Little Gang Girl
by James H. Cooper
(STAG-218)


CHAPTER ONE 

If it hadn't been the day for the school photographer to take class 
pictures, Suzy Wilton wouldn't have worn the pretty green dress that made 
her eyes look greener and her fair skin look even creamier. And if she 
hadn't left the house five minutes early, Suzy wouldn't have passed the edge 
of the park on the way to school and decided to take the dirt path down the 
hill. The path took longer than the street route, but Suzy liked the cool 
greenery, the whisper of the tall, bearded eucalyptus trees, and the 
glimpses of the golf course stretching out below. Suzy Wilton was a 
thirteen-year-old center-city nature lover. 

She stopped, pulling her shoulder-length black hair back from one ear. The 
rustle off to the left was nothing she'd heard before. It was too loud and 
too unsteady to be a cat or a rabbit, or even the fluffy red fox she'd seen 
only once. And the breathing, the labored, strained, steam-engine puffing, 
sounded like at least two huge animals locked in some deadly combat. Suzy 
bent lower and skulked closer to the rustling, panting, distressing sounds. 

Her pretty face was as alert as that fox's had been. Her sparkling green 
eyes flicked from side to side, making sure she wasn't being stalked as she 
stalked the sounds. Her fine, upturned nose led the way, the nostrils 
flaring, sorting through the leafy, moist-dirt smells of the park. Suzy 
licked her Cupid's-bow lips in anticipation. Her mouth was dry and her palms 
were sweaty, and a tremor that ran both hot and cold quivered along her 
spine. Her sphincters contracted. She peered around a bush. 

Suzy was excited and a little bit scared. She pushed the branches back with 
the back of one hand. The tingly feeling in her loins made her worry about 
losing control of her bladder. The little girl put her other hand over the 
center of her skirt, cupping her pussy tightly. 

Disappointment washed over her. It wasn't a strange animal at all. It was a 
person-no, two people. The disappointment faded. Curiosity rose inside her. 
What were they doing? 

Suzy couldn't see their faces. Another bush cut the bodies off at shoulder 
level. She hunkered lower, three feet off the path, her green dress 
concealing her among the leaves. The little pale-blue flag of her panties 
showed when she bent further. Suzy looked back over her shoulder, then 
peered at the couple on the ground. 

She was only five feet away from them. The man's open shirt fell down, 
blocking her view of the woman for a few seconds. He seemed to be wadding up 
a jacket and stuffing it under her hips, but Suzy couldn't be sure. She saw 
the woman's heels dig into the leaf-covered dirt, and the smooth lines of 
the woman's legs tightened briefly. Suzy moved to the next bush. 

She still couldn't see the faces, but she saw enough. The man stripped off 
his shirt and Suzy had a clear view of the upraised middle of the woman's 
body. She was naked, naked as the day she was born, and the dark, fluffy 
strip of hair over her pussy arched up, exaggerating the curve of the 
woman's plump labia. 

Suzy grasped her own cuntal mound tighter. She squeezed, pushing her 
fingertips into the thinner portions of her labia where the fatty little 
pads narrowed around the virginal mouth of her vagina. Was it the sight of 
the woman's body or her own hand that made her pussy feel so wet and warm, 
as if it were trying to expand outward and inhale the pressure of her 
fingers? 

The man stripped his shirt off. Suzy pressed her bare knees tightly 
together. There was a long, hard object sticking out and down from his 
belly. At first Suzy thought it was as straight and thick as a baseball bat, 
but her eyes locked to it and she realized it had a saber-like curve and a 
helmet-shaped knob at the end. That's his penis, and he's going to. . . to.. 
. she thought. And right inside her! 

But Suzy didn't know that he wasn't going to... not right away. She watched 
the man's fingers come slowly down the smooth, tanned surface of the woman's 
belly. She stared as his hand covered the whole soft mound, fingers 
downward. The palm of his hand seemed to press and release, press and 
release, in a slow rhythm that almost matched the rhythm of Suzy's own 
breathing. She pushed the heel of her own hand on her pussy with the same 
tempo, not knowing why. The man's hand rocked, the fingers disappearing 
between the woman's outstretched legs. 

I should go . . . I'm going to be late for school. 

No! I have to find out what they're going to do ... what he's going to do to 
her! Suzy sneaked a little closer. 

The man's hand withdrew. Two of his fingers glistened with wetness. Wind 
ruffled the leaves and Suzy caught a whiff of a deep, musky scent that went 
straight to the base of her brain. Her heart thudded faster. She watched the 
man's hand go to that mysterious upcurved saber of flesh and close around 
it. He stroked his fist up, then down, and the gleaming pink skin moved! 

It seemed impossible. The skin on that penis looked too taut, too stretched, 
to slide on the shaft that way. Suzy marveled as his fist kept moving. The 
helmet at the end bulged bigger. Suzy heard herself gulp. The knob turned 
darker as it grew, going from a glowing, baby-skin to a mottled reddish 
color. 

Suzy felt the tingle in her pussy change. She didn't think she was going to 
wet herself, but it seemed like the only explanation. She slipped her hand 
under her skirt and cupped her hand over the tight, sweet bulge of her 
pussy. The tips of her four fingers barely fit between the tensed tendons at 
the tops of her thighs. She felt a little trickle of warmth near her 
pee-hole, but it was thicker and slicker than urine, warming her fingertips. 
Suzy pressed the warm wetness tight against her pussy-flesh. 

"Don't tease me, baby," the woman said. The voice was almost familiar, but 
the husky, hungry tone disguised it. Suzy had never heard such naked need in 
anyone's voice. 

"I love lookin' at you," the man said. His voice was thick, as if he were 
drunk on the sight of the rippling flesh beneath him. 

"Ohhh, then touch, don't just look! I need to feel you, babe!" The woman 
shifted, pivoting around the thick wad of coat that held her buttocks off 
the ground. 

Suzy looked down the foreshortened length of one . leg and saw the shocking 
pink of the woman's inner labia. The petals of the pussy were spread, 
dripping a glistening fluid that wet the dark curly hairs and plastered them 
to the insides of her thighs. The sight hit Suzy like a fist in the belly. 
She felt a blush start at her cheeks and ears and spread along her throat 
and down into the bosom of her dress. She felt more urgently that she should 
leave but her curiosity leaped higher, too. She stayed. 

The woman's hands slithered down to her open thighs. She put fingers at each 
side of the swampy oval of her cunt-mouth and spread herself even further. 
The tendons of her thighs tensed, helping the stretching, easing the 
revelation of the secrets of her body. Her hips moved slowly and the ring of 
her cuntal sphincter opened and closed like a sucking mouth. 

The inner lining of her cunt-sleeve showed, then disappeared, showed and 
disappeared again. It was bright, bright pink, folded in on itself, and it 
looked sticky with the drizzling cream that flowed even faster from the 
opening. 

Suzy could see the whole canoe-shaped zone, from the dark, tight pucker of 
the woman's rectum, past the dripping slot of her vagina, and up to a meaty 
little triangle of flesh where a pearly dot of flesh, the size and shape of 
a pencil eraser, poked out like a tiny fingertip. The little girl wondered 
if her own pussy, where the feelings were becoming so distressingly heated, 
looked anything like that hair-fringed nest. Suzy slipped her finger past 
the waistband of her pale-blue panties and fingered the slit between her 
vaginally tight labia. 

She found the slick juice coating her inner lips. It was warm and thick and 
oily, and just the touch told her she must be as slick and shiny, if not as 
hairy, as the woman in the bushes. It even felt as if she gleamed down 
there, gleamed with wet hot juices. 

"I love these titties," the man said, running his hands up and over the high 
arch of the woman's ribs. 

"It feels like it when you touch them," the woman purred. Suzy shifted to 
see what was happening to those well-loved breasts. 

Suzy could only see one, but it was one titty large enough to make two of 
her own. The nipple was dark brown, with the tip standing out as thick and 
hard as the end of a thumb. The man's hand went over the whole end of the 
big blunt mound, covering the dark, taut ring of the aureole, then the 
fingertips dug into the firm sides of the pale mound. Suzy slipped her free 
hand down the open neck of her blouse and fondled her own breasts through 
the soft cups of her bra. 

Her titties were barely two handfuls, but they had a strange connection to 
the heat in her pussy. Suzy felt her feelings escalate as she rubbed her 
fingers across the sides of her breast, trying to imitate the actions of the 
man's hands. 

She gave it up as useless. She'd have to find a place to get naked if she 
wanted to explore those feelings. Suzy wondered if someone else's hand would 
feel any different on her titties. She took her hand out of her dress and 
slithered it down to the fuzzy, damp nest of her pussy and rocked back on 
her heels to watch. 

"I do want it, honey," the woman said. The voice was nagging at Suzy-it was 
so familiar, but so different. 

"And you're gonna get it, too," the man said, half-laughing. "You're gonna 
get all the cock your hot pussy can handle." 

The woman's red-tipped fingers worked back and forth in the hot, dripping 
slot of her pussy. "Please, now, baby, I'm ready," she moaned. "I'm hot and 
wet and ready for your cock, and I need to have it." 

The man laughed out loud. "C'mon, ask for it, ask like you mean it." 

The woman's hips were writhing, moving up and down, wobbling insistently 
from side to side. "God, baby, please! I want you to fuck me! Please, damn 
you, PLEASE!" 

The man knelt between her outstretched legs. Suzy watched the fingers 
working busily in the woman's crotch, moving the fat, juicy-looking slices 
of her labia round, dipping into the pink-lined hole, wiggling up again to 
flick at the pearly dot of her clitty. "Dammit, I'm begging! Please, honey, 
give it to me! Give me that prick, you bastard! Owww, babe, you've got me so 
hot I ache, and all you want to do is play with my tits!" The woman's hands 
left her pussy and went to the man's naked ass. 

Suzy stared, bug-eyed. The wet ring was opening and closing, but she didn't 
care about that. She could check her own pussy any time and see if her body 
worked the same way. The fascinating thing was the heavy, hairy mass that 
hung down under the man's ass hole, and the way the woman's fingers slid 
down and around his thighs. She flicked the sac around, and two masses 
inside rolled and moved as if they were alive. Suzy pressed her pussy with 
both hands. 

"You take it, show me," the man said. He raised his hips. 

The woman's hands went out of Suzy's sight for a moment, and when they 
reappeared, the sight hit Suzy like a ton of bricks. The long fingernails 
scratched the surface of that long, strong wand and the plum-purple head of 
the cock was aimed straight for the gaping slot of her cunt-mouth. 

"Now, dammit, get into me!" The woman's voice wasn't husky now. She sounded 
desperate. Her tone was high and tight. "Goddammit, it's not fair! You're 
driving me crazy, honey!" She arched completely off the wadded jacket. The 
mouth of her pussy gaped wider. Suzy could see the trickling cream, coating 
the woman's crotch all the way to her ass hole. Even the tight stop-curve 
where her thighs met her ass cheeks was greased with shiny fluid. 

"Easy!" the man hissed. The red fingernails dug into the skin of his 
cockshaft. He lowered himself toward her pussy. 

The head of his prick looked too wide to enter even the moist open mouth of 
that pink tunnel. Suzy held her breath as she watched. She didn't think the 
woman could possibly take that thick, hard mass into her body. She squinted 
for a better look at the action, inhaling the fuck-smell from both bodies. 
She could have reached out and touched the woman's spread feet or leaned 
over and pushed the man down on top of her. 

The woman had been getting hotter and hotter . . . even Suzy could see that. 
The passionate red blush had spread from the rim of her vagina until it was 
a four-inch circle of inflamed flesh. The cream that coated the lower half 
of the circle made the color look brighter, hotter. The inner lips were 
spread out like the leaves of a book, frilly and dark-edged and 
slippery-looking. The head of the man's prick touched the dark oval of the 
open cunt-mouth. 

"Ahhhh," the woman breathed. "Ohh, yes, now!" 

"Ummmhhh," the man groaned. His hand left her tit and the first two fingers 
forked down alongside the knob of his prick. He spread her rubbery cuntlips 
even further. The whole greasy inner surface of each swollen slice showed 
wet, red, juicy, like a lascivious invitation to the thick purple knob of 
his prick. He started to press his cock head into the gaping slot, then 
pulled back. 

"Nooooo!" she wailed. The man's hand held her cunt wide open. The knob of 
his prick slipped away from her hole and slithered up the meaty wet valley 
between her cuntlips. It skidded across the pink spike of her clitty and the 
woman arched off the ground. 

Suzy could see the woman's back from her ass-cheeks to her shoulders. She 
shivered at the sight. What feeling could possibly be so intense that 
someone would leap like a gaffed fish? Suzy slipped a fingertip into the 
tiny slit between her own labia. 

"Yesss, yeesss, yesss," he hissed. "Ohh, fuck yes!" He stole his prick-tip 
back and forth across the little button, coaxing the wet triangle of the 
hood back, then sliding his knob down until the little spike bent down 
toward the woman's hole again. A couple of drops of clear, shining cunt-lube 
sprayed from the mouth of her pussy. 

The woman's legs rose. She locked them around his hips, crossing her ankles 
above his back. He was still on his knees, his thighs spread to let the 
heavy weight of his balls swing back and forth with his clit-teasing 
motions. "Damn you, DAMN you, I need it! Don't make me come now!" 

The man laughed, but it wasn't a manly laugh. It was a high, breathy giggle, 
as if he were strained to the limit. He slipped his knob back and forth over 
that little trigger-button again, then let it move toward the gushing center 
of her pussy. "Uuummmggghhhh!" he moaned, and the wide-flaring wings of his 
cockhead speared past the tight ring of her cuntal opening. 

Suzy heard the squishy sound of the woman's pussy parting for the cockhead. 
She hunkered lower, staring under the swaying sac of his balls, trying to 
understand how that small oval, tapered from top to bottom, could spread so 
wide from side to side. The cock seemed to be built exactly wrong for the 
opening. 

But the woman's voice didn't sound as if the impaling prick hurt her. The 
throaty pleasure in her voice was as pronounced as the ecstatic sound-track 
of a TV-dinner commercial. "Ahhh, ohhh, baby!" she moaned, her voice rising 
to a squeal of pleasure. "Ooohhh, more, more! Give me more of that big hot 
cock, honey! Oh, oww, I'm dying for it, baby!" 

But her hips didn't move as if she was dying. She'd stopped the insistent 
rotation, but her hips still rolled and swiveled, urging him to slide his 
prick deeper into the wet slot. She pushed up toward him, then pulled back, 
and another inch or more of prick disappeared into her gash. 

The cock was almost hidden behind the heavy-hanging balls, but Suzy could 
see the rim of the woman's cunthole stretching wide. It ovaled out the other 
way, and a little ring of tissue seemed to suck and kiss at the prick as it 
withdrew partway. More cock entered, twisting deeper, and Suzy realized why 
they called it screwing. That massive organ was screwing into the hot, meaty 
slash of the woman's pussy like an auger boring into simmering mud. 

"There, there y'go," the man said. "Ahhh, all that hot sweet cunt-meat! 
Ummm, you work it good, so good! Ahhh-haa, gimmef" 

She gave, and she gave good. His hairy asscheeks flexed, sending his prick 
into one side of the sopping well, then the other. Her hips rolled, churning 
up and down like the foaming dasher in a washing machine. Every time a 
section of his prick reappeared it was wetter and shinier with cuntjuice. 
Every time the fatty pads of her hairy cuntlips showed between their sweaty 
bodies, they were plumper, redder, plastered with more sopping curly cuntal 
hair. Even the little spike of her clitty, when the man rocked far enough 
sideways for Suzy to see it, looked bigger, redder, more eager to bore a 
hole in the man's belly. 

They were almost totally linked now. She was moaning, urging, encouraging 
the man to feed her pussy more of that hot greasy fuck-stick, and her legs 
tightened on his hips with each stabbing stroke of his prick. 

The sound of sweat-sticky flesh meeting and separating added to the noises 
in the little clearing. The constant muddy sucking was like a boot in a 
swamp. The sounds of cock going in and out of cunt were louder than the 
heavy breathing. The slapping sound of bellies meeting was like jungle mud 
on a wall, and the sweat splattered out onto the leaves around the 
struggling couple. 

And it was a struggle. Suzy was sure he was killing the woman. The flexing 
legs, the swaying balls, the slapping noises, the agonized grunts made a 
fever flare in her loins. She watched, wondering how long it could go on. 
Forever? 

Almost forever. At least, it seemed to keep going, keep building, keep 
accelerating forever. The man's ball-sac was lengthening, growing, and the 
oval masses of his nuts dangled further and further. They hit the upturned 
bases of the woman's asscheeks and bounced away, leading his prick's 
withdrawal. The couple were both panting, both grunting, both rolling from 
side to side as the mighty fuck-battle kept building. 

"Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh," the woman panted. "Oh, give oh, give, give, gimme 
more, babe! Gimme more, gimme all of it! Oh, oh, make me, make me feel it, 
feel it squirt! Oooh, oh-ho, oooh, I'm going to . . . I'm going to come, 
honey! Please, come with me, come with me," she warbled, her voice rising 
and falling like a yodeler's. 

"Keep on, ooh, keep on," the man said. The tension showed from his feet to 
his ass. The muscles knotted up tight under his skin. "Baby, baby, baby, let 
me keep goin', let me get more, more cunt! Oh, yesss! yesss! Oh, hold off, 
honey, hold off!" 

"I can't I can't! I'm gonna come, baby! Please, gimme!" 

The leaves around them flew away when their bellies slapped together. The 
man's bare toes dug into the dirt. He levered up, raising the woman's ass 
off the jacket. His balls bounced sweatily and ricocheted off her ass. His 
cock pounded in her cunt, driving like the rods of a steam engine. He was 
fucking with all the power at his command, and she was thrusting her cunt 
furiously up at him. 

Even the woman's asscheeks showed the tension of the fuck. They writhed. The 
muscles rolled. The smooth, sleek lines of her ass tensed and released. The 
bright red rim of her cunt was sucking at his prick, pulling out with him, 
then opening to show the pink slit inside when he gave her another 
pile-driver fuck-shove. The meaty sound of their bodies battling to come 
drowned even the gusts of their breaths. 

She was arched like a bow. Her hands dug into his asscheeks. Her fingernails 
raked blood from his skin. Her ankles uncrossed and her feet beat on the 
backs of his thighs. 

He fucked valiantly, trying to speed his own come to meet hers. The man knew 
she was going off, and the bubbling, churning, overwhelming simmer of semen 
in his cock was just short of boiling over. The smell of ball-sweat and 
cuntjuice was thick as fog in the clearing. He arched his back. 

They were welded at the crotch, his cock pumping into her cunt, her cunt 
milking at the whole stabbing length of his prick. Sweat flew from his 
bobbing balls and cream dripped from her twisting, tensing asscheeks. With a 
wail the woman let go. 

She flopped back onto the ground. The desperate, hurrying beat of her hips 
slowed to a regular, gasping tempo. She let a last moan go and her legs fell 
away from his hips. 

He kept stuffing his prick to her. The battered pads of her labia were 
puffed out, bruised by the constant pounding of his fuck-thrusts. With a 
grunt, he arched up again. The beat of his cock in her cunt slowed, then 
speeded up again. 

He was knotted all over with tension. His body looked hard as granite under 
the glossy sheen of his sweat. He threw meat to her, thrusting and pumping 
and jabbing into the regular, measured spasms of her cunt-flesh. With a 
bestial groan, he gave one last hard thrust and slowed. 

"Unh! unh! unh!" he gasped. The whole zone from his ass hole to his balls 
pulsed in time to his snorting. His cock stayed buried ball-deep in her cunt 
arching deeper with the pumping motions of his spine. The woman under him 
let loose a long, rising wail, then went limp on the ground. 

The man went on pumping for another half-dozen strokes, then he, too, fell 
limp. The reek of fucking surrounded them. They were collapsed in a sweaty, 
exhausted heap. 

Suzy blinked. It was over so soon? That strange, rather nice feeling in her 
pussy had been getting nicer. She had forgotten about the time. All she 
wanted to do was stay and see if the violent, almost savage, actions of the 
couple would resume. 

The man pulled back. He started to roll off, the greasy length of his prick 
popping out of the slot of the woman's cunt. His face turned toward Suzy. 

The little girl scooted backward, barely getting her hands out of her 
panties in time to stop herself from falling over a branch. She was out of 
sight before she'd seen all of his face, but she was shaking from the 
closeness of her escape. Suzy hurried down the path toward school. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

But the image stayed with her. Suzy couldn't concentrate on anything. Even 
when she was supposed to smile for the photographer, she thought about that 
unknown women's little wet hole parting for the hard width of the man's 
penis. Her lips parted and her eyes grew soft, and the look of sheer 
feminine heat on her face made the photographer grab four shots of her 
instead of the normal two. He hadn't seen a nymphet so pretty look so sexy 
in years. 

Of course, Suzy couldn't see herself, so she didn't know she looked sexy. 
And in junior high school, not many of the other students would recognize a 
sexy look, so Suzy was safe from exposure. In every class, at every break, 
she thought about the scene she's seen in the park and the strange, 
ticklish-tingly feelings in her own body while she'd watched. 

It was the first day in months that Suzy hadn't hung around the Junior 
Jesters, the eighth-grade gang. Usually she orbited the edges of the circle, 
hoping the "JJ's", as they signed themselves in spray paint, might notice 
her. There was no time for that today, though. She even stubbled over her 
excuse when little Stevie Lee, the Oriental JJ, busted her for dashing 
straight home instead of hanging around. 

"Oh, umm, I have to go straight home today, Stevie," she'd stammered. "Ah, 
bu-Mom doesn't want anything to happen to my dress." She grabbed her books 
and bustled off. 

Darn! I sure wasn't cool, she told herself. I acted just like a girl! Next 
thing I know, they'll be rushing me for TNT's! Gawd, I'd die if I had to 
join them and talk about the JJ's and the Jokers while the guys have all the 
fun! 

Suzy didn't want to have anything to do with the TNT's. They had always 
seemed silly to her. What Suzy wanted was to join the male half of the gang, 
the JJ's. She knew nobody could be a Joker until high school, but every JJ 
she'd ever heard of became a Joker. 

The Jokers and the TNT's considered themselves to be "social clubs", 
something like the Elks of the Moose that most of their parents belonged to. 
The difference was that most of the Moose didn't make their spare change by 
stealing or spend their spare time hanging out or playing pinball. All the 
TNT's went with Jokers, and almost all the Jokers dated TNT's. But the TNT's 
never did anything more exciting than toilet-papering another school and 
talking about boys, and that wasn't Suzy's style. 

No, Suzy liked the JJ's. She wasn't quite as sure about the Jokers, but 
she'd always thought she might grow into liking them . . . after all, she 
was growing up alongside most of the JJ's, who would naturally become 
Jokers. And if she became a JJ, a Junior Jester, she'd grow up to be a Joker 
and have some real fun . .. whatever that real fun was. 

She wouldn't get invited today. Her parents weren't home from work yet, so 
Suzy slammed through the front door and prepared to change her clothes. She 
had her green dress over her head and a hanger in one hand, when she 
remembered the strange feelings she'd had that morning. Just how much were 
those feelings connected to the man and woman she'd seen, and how much were 
they connected to the way she'd touched herself? Suzy hung her dress and 
decided to find out. She grabbed her long, slightly tattered pink robe, 
tossed it over her shoulders, and went into the bathroom to investigate 
those odd sensations. 

She was just thirteen, just five-four, and just about the loveliest little 
thing you could imagine. She had Anglo-Irish features, not the putty-lump 
pastiness you'd likely see on Dublin or Belfast or London streets, but the 
kind of high-cheek-boned, clear-eyed, exquisitely fashioned features that 
seem perfect with a red velvet hunting jacket and a top hat when the 
prettiest aristocrat in seven counties rides to hounds. Her teeth were even 
and white, enough to frustrate the itchy fingers of any cosmetic dentist, 
and her lips looked always ready to break into a wide, inviting smile or 
pucker for a passionate kiss. 

Not that Suzy was conceited about her looks. She knew just enough about 
makeup to realize that paint and powder couldn't imitate the paleness of her 
skin of the healthy glow at her cheekbones-even the lightest hand with a 
pencil would have spoiled the perfect black arches of her eyebrows. Her wavy 
black hair was always brushed away from her forehead, emphasizing the 
heart-like shape of her face and the small delicate point of her widow's 
peak. Still, she'd grown up with that face and it seemed quite, quite normal 
to see it daily in the mirror. And don't all fathers tell their daughters 
they're the prettiest girls in the world? She shed her robe and stood, 
pantied and braed, in front of the full-length mirror on the back of the 
bathroom door. 

Her breasts were thirty-five inches, measured across the tips of her pink 
nipples. Her hips were thirty-four, with the flat, taut shapes of her pert 
ass-cheeks adding very little to the luxurious width of her pelvis. Her 
waist was small, small enough that she hadn't bothered to measure it in the 
year and more she'd been taking on her womanly shape. But as with her face, 
she'd been growing up with that tight, delicious body long enough that it 
didn't seen exceptional to her. Suzy didn't understand why she heard 
whispers behind her when she crossed the school grounds. She even believed 
that the whistles she heard when she walked downtown were just men calling 
taxis. Suzy was, or had been util that very morning, almost totally naive. 

Sure, she knew about the mechanics of sex, about vaginas and penises and 
testes and ovaries-her parents had been more than willing to sign the 
consent froms for the optional "family living" courses in sixth grade-but 
she knew about sex like she knew about geography and arithmetic. They're all 
taught because someday, in the adult world, you have to use what you've 
learned, like reading a map or balancing a checkbook or making a baby. Now 
it was time to actually go from Duluth to St. Petersburg, to count the 
apples and oranges, to investigate some of her classroom knowledge of her 
body. Maybe she could even find out why that lady in the park had been so 
noisy and so excited. 

Her hands and feet, like the rest of her, were slender. They seemed normal 
to Suzy. She reached behind her back, straining the soft fabric of her C-cup 
bra, and unhooked the bandeau. She bent forward slightly and hung the double 
slingshot on the doorknob. 

It was late spring and the last traces of last summer's tan barely showed 
against the slightly paler triangles where her halters had covered her 
titties. Her breasts weren't full-grown yet, and the pink aureoles had a 
little double-curve of their own, going in from the edges like the pale 
surface of the rest of each breast, then narrowing and pouting forward like 
little hand-bells, with the half-inch stubs of her nipples for handles. Even 
as she looked, the cool air in the bathroom made the tips stiffen slightly, 
bringing the squared-off ends almost an inch from the smooth circles of her 
aureoles. She decided to skin her panties down and look at the whole of her 
naked body before investigating any one part with her fingers. 

The pale-blue scrap of her panties barely covered the tight little bulge of 
her pussy. Suzy hesitated just for a moment with her thumbs hooked in the 
waistband of her panties. Should she be doing this? Was it really right for 
her to look at herself instead of doing homework or housework or the dozens 
of other things teenage girls are supposed to do after school? A strange 
little tingle of naughtiness, something like the first shivery sensation 
she's felt while peeking through the bushes, raised goose bumps on her belly 
and buttocks. She stooped quickly, her titties jiggling with the hurried 
motions of stepping out of her panties. 

There was a pale bikini-band across her hips, too, barely enough to accent 
the way her pelvis had stretched toward a full, womanly shape. With her 
fair, creamy skin, she never got very dark, but every spring she thought she 
should try to get a one of those deep, rich billboard tans. Suzy smoothed 
her palms over her hips and looked at the private secrecy of her pussy. 

The hairs had been growing in and darkening for two years, but they still 
didn't conceal much of her pussy. The outer edges of her labia showed at 
either side of the vertical strip of glossy black curls, and the tight 
little crease between her pussylips peeked shyly out at the mirror. Suzy 
looked at the tidy, tasty little vee, then at her long legs. 

Her calves and thighs flowed delectably up to the vase-like curve of her 
hips, but with no other body than her own to compare her image with, Suzy 
still didn't see anything exceptional. That tiny tickle of naughtiness still 
lurked at the base of her spine and between her smooth thighs, but that 
seemed natural enough. To Suzy, nakedness was just a temporary thing between 
dressing and undressing, and the novelty of standing still with no clothes 
on accounted for the shuddery feelings. 

Her vision traveled from the tight little crease of her pussy to her slim 
waist, then to her breasts. The pink-tipped mounds didn't hand down even a 
fraction of an inch. She could see the little reverse-curve at the bottom of 
each titty and the narrow valley between them. Just at the edge of her 
suntan-line, the undersides of her breasts formed a softly curved "W", as 
sweet and creamy as twin scoops of ice cream. Suzy shrugged, then reached to 
turn on the shower. Maybe the warmth of water-wetness would somehow imitate 
the slippery, soupy feeling she'd had in her pussy that morning. 

The mirror began to steam up. Suzy cranked the frosted-glass window open, 
her nipples moving in quick, blurry circles as she fought the stiff, overage 
crank on the sill. She sneaked a look at her profile in the mirror. Her 
nipples started standing up further, looking as pink and rubbery as pencil 
erasers. Suzy thought, "it's the cold air outside--the name reason I've got 
goose pimples on my arms. She peeked again and touched the end of one 
erecting tittie bud with a fingernail. 

The paler pink circle of her aureole crinkled up. Little lines appeared, 
almost like an ancient city's map or one of the spiral maze-puzzles Suzy 
liked to work during boring classes. The tight nipple sent a little arrow of 
feeling down toward her pussy. Both her vagina and her rectum tightened up. 
She shivered and jumped into the shower, sliding the frosted door shut to 
keep the cold breeze out. 

The Southern California tap water is rotten, loaded with minerals and 
chemicals and gunk, and Suzy knew better than to let the hot spray touch her 
face as she bent over to adjust the temperature. Her breasts swayed, hanging 
in perfect, bell-tipped cones. Steaming hot, then cold water sprayed over 
her titties and her belly. She opened her eyes again when she straightened 
up, safe from the irritant crap that crusted the pipes of her parents 
cramped old house. She pulled her black hair up with both hands and turned 
in a slow circle, wetting every inch of her skin. With her elbows level with 
the top of her head, the water blasted against her shoulders, her nape, her 
armpits, leaving shiny droplets everywhere. 

Thoroughly wet, Suzy backed away from the showerhead. The 
scalding-freezing-lukewarm sequence of the shower spray had all but knocked 
the tingle out of her pussy. She wanted to see if it would come back. She 
took the soap from the shoulder-level dish and held it under the showerhead 
until it was good and slippery. Her elbows were tight against the out-sides 
of her breasts, pushing the inner curve of each titty into a deep, tight 
cleavage. She twisted her shoulders from side to side. The slithering of one 
titty on the other felt nice. She opened her eyes and watched. 

With the soap held high in both hands, her nipples almost touched her 
forearms. Suzy's titty-tips turned a deeper, warmer pink as the shower spray 
caressed them. She knew that she was warm enough now, standing naked in the 
steamy spray. It wasn't the chill that made the tips of her nipples stand 
out. She touched the blunt end of one pebbly-hard titty-bud with a 
fingertip. 

Suzy drew her breath in sharply. Just touching the sensitive tip sent a 
shiver through her. She drew a soapy circle around the base of the 
thumb-like point, barely touching the sides of her titty-button. The rim 
crinkled up again, and her muscles tightened up along with it. 

Suzy liked that. She didn't know why, but it felt very nice, not just at the 
aureole, but all through her breast. The feeling radiated through the whole 
mound. She took the bar of soap and rubbed it all over the end of her titty, 
moving around and around until little bubbles of lather filled the tiny 
creases in her taut corona. 

That sensation wasn't as sharp, as penetrating as her fingernail had felt on 
her nipple, but it made the little chill at the base of her pussy intensify. 
Suzy tried to ignore the warming sensuality between her tight-pressed 
thighs. She concentrated on the strange throb in her nipple. 

She could feel every ridge and whorl in her fingerprint when she slathered 
it around her soapy nipple. Even the sides of the hard central spike and the 
pink aureole were alert to the tiny roughness of her fingertip and the slick 
skidding of the soap. Suzy soaped the palm of her hand and covered the whole 
pink circle of her nipple. She let the soap fall. 

She could separate out every little part of the sensation, but it seemed to 
add up to a lot more than the sum of the parts. The feeling in her hand was 
nice, but not super. The sensation of heaviness in her titty was odd, but 
pleasant. The compression of her hard nipple had a strange, edgy overtone, 
something like the memory of fingernails on a blackboard, but when it 
happened along with the other sensations, it was definitely nice, as if the 
little nerves radiating out from the center were tiny wires of warmth and 
pleasure. It was so exotically sensuous that it almost hurt, but the 
near-painfulness of it made Suzy want to go on with the lewd act. 

Suzy decided to give the first nipple a rest. She started on the other. It 
reacted the same way as the first titty-bud had, but faster. Her free nipple 
had been shrinking back down, but it sprang to life again when Suzy soaped 
it. She had to use both hands to control the slippery bar once she'd picked 
it up, holding her elbows in tight against her ribs. The blood racing in her 
titties made the mounds throb. They felt even heavier, more needful. When 
she stopped playing with the nipples, the firm surrounding flesh felt dull, 
overfull, as if it wanted to tell her to titillate the tips again. She bit 
her lower lip and leaned into the spray to rinse her titties, then re-soaped 
her hands. 

For the first time in her life, Suzy noticed the difference between just 
washing herself and paying full attention to every sensation. Before, she'd 
just dashed into the shower, rinsed, dried, and dressed again. This time, 
she handled her titties lovingly, caressing them all over with the slippery, 
sweet-scented soap. Even the deep narrow valley of her cleavage and the 
little double-dip curves underneath each conical titty got lots of luxurious 
treatment. When Suzy had spread the foaming lather all over each breast, she 
kept sliding her hands around. When the throb in her titties built up to an 
ache, she pushed her breasts tightly together and rolled her palms on the 
outer swell of each tit. She avoided the sharp, tingly thrill of touching 
the tips for a moment. Suzy spread her fingers wide and let the dark-pink 
nipples jut out between them. She pinched the sides of her nipples between 
her fingers. Her jaw dropped in a gasp of surprised heat. She straightened 
her fingers and pushed with her palms. 

Her titties didn't naturally meet in the middle, so the pressure of creating 
the tight cleft was a novelty. She pressed the outsides, feeling the soft, 
feminine slipperiness of her cleavage slithering up and down. Her skin was 
so soft, so awfully sensitive to the soapy sliding sensation, that Suzy 
started to moan. With her fingertips curling back in again to push on her 
areolas, Suzy felt every nerve in her bosom clamoring with pleasure. She 
pressed more sensuality into her titty-tips and the nerves stood up and 
saluted. Her nipples poked over an inch past her fingertips, Precious, 
delicious tension built up inside the points as the skin stretched. "Oh, 
g-g-gawd," she stammered. 

Suzy was breathing hard when she finally let go of her nipples. All the 
rising heat of those delicious feelings made her feel guilty. Anything so 
nice couldn't be quite right, could it? Suzy thought she'd better just get 
on with the normal business of showering. 

There was a problem with that, though. Her nerves were too sensuously alert 
now. She'd paid too much attention to the sensations of slippery hands on 
her skin and the coolness of the soap. It was hard to push that 
consciousness out of her mind. She lathered. Even her wrists and shoulders 
felt more alive, more alert than they ever had before, but Suzy convinced 
herself it was just the effect of the slow careful motions of her hands. 

There was still a flood of rich soapy later on her bosom, so Suzy slid her 
hands down her ribs and started soaping her belly. The little muscles in her 
crotch contracted as her hands moved lower. The smooth double curve of her 
belly and the indented cup of her navel accepted the soap. That chilly, 
half-scary, half-pleasant feeling started in her pussy again. 

She knew the mouth of her vagina was tightening up again, but there wasn't 
anything she could do about it. The worrisome part was the strange, almost 
itchy sensation just a couple of inches above her pussy-hole. She thought of 
the way the pink stub of the woman's clitty had stood up while Suzy had 
watched that morning. She decided not to lather her cunny just yet-no 
telling what might happen. With the residue of guilt from playing with her 
titties still lingering in the back of her mind, there was no sense in 
risking arousing the hidden secrets of her pussy . . . that might make her 
feel too good, and then she would feel too guilty. 

Even with the swirling clouds of steam that filled the bathroom, Suzy's pert 
bottom was getting dry again. She turned her back to the showerhead and 
soaped the front of each thigh, then bent over to wash her feet and calves. 
The spray blasting between her legs rinsed the soap off almost as soon as 
she rubbed it on, so Suzy didn't linger in that position long. 

She couldn't. With the main blast of the shower beating against her 
asscheeks and spraying the furry little stripe around her vagina, 
distressing feelings started rising in her as surely as the red line rises 
in a thermometer. The splashing warmth heated her skin. Her asscheeks 
blushed the way her face and breasts had when she'd watched the couple 
screwing in the park. 

But it wasn't the rising temperature that made her hold her breath and move 
her hips in a sensuous circle. The spray of warm water that tickled her 
rectum and beat against the little pads of her labia started another tingle. 
It was a shivery chill, even stronger than she'd felt when she was soaping 
her titties, Suzy had to stand straight up, her back to the showerhead, and 
step away from the lewd arousal the warm water caused in her pussy. 

She tried to get her breath. She was shaking all over. Becoming so suddenly 
alert to all the reservoirs of sensuality in her body was a little scary for 
a thirteen-year-old girl. So many things were happening on and under her 
skin that Suzy had trouble sorting them out. 

Bending over had made her titties feel heavier. They were already hungry for 
more touches, slick, soapy, kiss-like touches. The same position that 
aroused her breasts had exposed her pussy-crack to the spitting spray, and 
that made the whole middle of her body vibrate. Even when she turned around 
to rinse the rest of the soap off, Suzy still felt strange. . 

The shower was like a thousand tiny fingers tapping and caressing every inch 
of her skin. Her throat, her nipples, her breasts, her thighs.. . even the 
puffy little strips of her pussylips seemed to reach out for the warm set 
touch of the shower spray. Suzy stepped to the back of the tub to catch her 
breath again. 

The warm water beat on the over-scoured, dull porcelain of the old tub. A 
little spray ricocheted, overlapping her feet and ankles. Suzy realized she 
had the soap in her hand. She began to spread a little lather over her 
bottom, trying to calm herself enough to put her thoughts in order. 

Am I supposed to be thinking this way? My brain feels kind of fuzzy, but my 
body's really. .. aware... of everything. It's weird-not scary-weird but. . 
. 

Didn't Mom or somebody .. . Am I supposed to feel things, this much, touch 
myself all these ways? It seems like it's better than anything I'm allowed 
to do... 

But I don V just do the things I'm supposed to, or the things I'm allowed to 
do-and nobody's caught me yet! The vague, half-forgotten prohibition 
bothered her, but since she couldn't get hold of it, Suzy pushed it out of 
her mind. She somehow knew that any rule so vague that she couldn't even 
remember it wouldn't stop one of the Junior Jesters. She turned around and 
backed up to rinse her bottom. 

Even with the enticing memory of the spray playing so tantalizingly over her 
pussy, Suzy wasn't going to bend over. Sure, that rule wouldn't stop a JJ, 
but even JJ's didn't do things just because there were rules against them. 
Besides, the hot water would be gone soon and she wouldn't have washed 
completely. Suzy looked up at the drops of condensation on the ceiling and 
rubbed the soap across her love mound. 

Her curly black cuntal hairs caught and trapped the foamy bubbles. She bent 
her knees and squatted slightly, spreading lather back to her rectum. She 
rubbed the area with both hands, then reached up and put the soap back in 
the tray. 

Her head stayed bent back, her eyes wandering over the old paint on the 
ceiling. She tried to think of anything but the way her hands felt on her 
pussy. She didn't dare look at the curly black hairs or the soapy wedge of 
her vulva. Even when she felt her nipples rising again, Suzy refused to 
look. Even a single glance might bring back the picture of that woman's 
splayed-open cunt and the man's huge glans sliding into the red oval mouth 
of it. There was already enough guilty conflict struggling in her mind 
without comparing her own young pussy to the red greasy hairiness of the 
.park lady's cunt. 

Her attempts to push those thoughts away made them stay, of course, and Suzy 
couldn't help noticing the pleasurable feeling when her soap-slick fingers 
smeared new tingles into her nerves. She turned around and thought about 
moving into the shower spray again, but her feet stayed put. Her fingers 
lingered in the soft curls of her cuntal fluff, twining in and out of the 
inch-long hairs in a slow, lascivious investigation of her pussy-beard. 

Suzy closed her eyes and tried to sort out the feelings moving up and down 
her spine. The central stripe of her pussy-crevice was warm to the touch, 
and it seemed slipperier than just the soap could have made it. She rubbed 
two fingers through the tight grooves at the sides of her mons, between the 
outer labia and the hinges of her thighs. When her fingertip went back 
between the puffy lips, the groove was still slippery, maybe even a little 
slipperier and a little warmer. Soap didn't behave that way. 

Suzy moved forward until the water beat against her cunt-hairs. The slick 
fluid stayed in her crease. Soap would have melted away. Suzy cupped the 
warm, puffy area with her hand and the oozy coating spread a little. 

She felt a little trembling. Her knees were weak, not quite reliable. Suzy 
took her hand away from her pussy for a moment, framing the plump little 
love mound with her fingers and thumbs. She pushed the last shred of doubt 
out of her mind and rolled her hips forward, offering her pussy to the 
spray. Without a thought, Suzy's fingers moved and the lips of her virginal 
pussy parted. 

The water beat down on the revealed crease. The inner petals of her pussy 
vibrated like a little motor. Suzy's jaw dropped. Sharp pinpricks of water 
beat more arousal into her pussy. Shaking, reaching back with one hand to 
steady herself, Suzy sat down. 

She'd grabbed the showerhead on the way down and turned it to the wall. The 
spray cooled, traveling further to touch her, but Suzy didn't care. Her 
nipples grew hard as twin pebbles under the cooler water, and every drop 
made them quiver like the touch of a tiny whip would have. "Ummm," she 
purred. Lovely! I didn't know. .. couldn't imagine. . . oooh, my breasts! 

Oh, MY! My pussy! Suzy shook all over. She put her fingers beside her 
cunt-mouth again. Her pussy was even greasier than before. That strange oily 
fluid coated the whole zone even before she spread it around. Suzy opened 
her legs until her knees touched the sides of the bathtub. 

She still wouldn't look at her pussy. Suzy leaned back until her head 
touched the edge of the tub. The steam was thick enough now that the little 
girl couldn't see the ceiling at all. She squeezed her titties between her 
upper arms, pressing her cleavage in until it was tight and deep again. Her 
nipples throbbed. Suzy wanted to mash them into her titties and roll them 
until they ached with heat, but her pussy demanded her fingers, too. 

She pressed her fingertips into the tight little grooves at the outer edges 
of her cuntlips. She dug at the taut tendons along the insides of her 
thighs. She moved her fingers back and forth, relishing the soft, erotic 
sliding of her inner lips against each other. The oozing cream all over them 
made the little folds feel as soft and delicate as some exotic flower. 

Suzy closed her eyes. She moaned, "Oh, yes, oh, my gawd, yes!" She pressed 
her forefingers against the slick little strips of her inner pussylips. Even 
the slippery little crease between them, the floor of the tiny valley that 
ran from her vagina to her clitty, slithered back and forth. Her pussy 
heated until it felt like a glowing pink light on her nerves. Every 
slippery, slithery cell along the center of her pussy soaked up thrills and 
sent them along her spine. 

But there was another focus of feeling growing just beneath her thumbs. It 
became stronger as Suzy worked her fingertips alongside the mouth of her 
cunny. She knew she couldn't bear to look at that incredibly hot-feeling 
zone-if her cuntlips weren't as red, if her clitty wasn't as erect, if her 
hole wasn't gasping as wide as that woman's had been, it would have broken 
her heart. 

She shouldn't have worried. Even though her clitty felt like a white-hot 
ember at the top of her crease, it was pearly pink, glistening as it peeked 
from under the puffy swollen triangle of its hood. Even though the tight 
rubbery membrane of her cherry still held her vagina from opening wide, her 
inner lips had puffed out until a meaty, eager red stripe showed along the 
full length of her modest little bush. The fever-blush had spread to the 
tops of her thighs and the very edges of her sweet asscheeks. Her skin 
looked even redder against the dull white of the tub. 

But Suzy didn't need to look at herself. She started working her thumbs, 
sliding them up and down on the plump little bulge above her crease. The 
thumbs were just in the edge of her cunt-fuzz. The hairs tugged at her 
pussylips and made her loins hotter, more eager for whatever intense peak 
her feelings were climbing toward. 

The whole vee of her cunny moved under her hands, squeezing up and down, 
pouting outward then opening again under the kneading motions of her fingers 
and thumbs. Suzy knew it was the start of something that would involve her 
whole body. There was a hungry throbbing in her belly, definitely connected 
to the heat in her pussy and the throbbing of her nipples. It wasn't like a 
food-hunger ... it was a deep, thumping need, a hollowness that sucked at 
her whole body from its center in the middle of her wide pelvis. 

Suzy pushed her pussy upward. She moved from side to side. She forgot about 
the hot water running out, about what Junior Jester would or wouldn't do, 
about everything but the insistent hunger in her pussy and the hollow need 
in her belly. She put the tips of her middle fingers right at the edges of 
her cunt-mouth and smeared the oozing juices around. She caressed the tiny 
oval slit of her pussy-mouth, running her fingers up and down again and 
again. She pushed her fingertips inside and tugged it wider. 

The tight little muscle pulled back against her fingers, then relaxed. She 
pulled again and it tightened and relaxed in time with the squirming, 
writhing motions of her bottom on the floor of the bathtub. Suzy sucked in a 
deep breath and pressed one fingertip into the center of her vaginal slit. 

Her pussy kissed at it! Suzy was amazed. The tiny opening moved back and 
forth, contracting and releasing again like a miniature mimicry of the meaty 
slobbering winking of the cunthole she'd watched that morning. The drooling 
cuntal cream she'd been smearing over her pussy rolled faster from her 
vagina. It slithered, warm and thick and heavy, along her finger. Suzy 
probed deeper, wiggling her fingertip in to the first joint. 

Now that hollow, thumping hunger in her belly had something to please it-not 
enough, but something. Suzy tried to feed another fingertip into her vagina, 
but the slippery clasping ring of her cuntal sphincter wouldn't quite let it 
fit. She let a little squeak of frustration escape. Her breath caught. The 
sound was almost a sob ... a desperate sob. 

Suzy hadn't listened to herself, but she was making little noises almost 
constantly now. She wormed her finger deeper, searching out more and more 
sensitive nerves. She cooed. When her fingernail scrapped the tender 
tissues, she squeaked. 

The fingertips that couldn't fit into her cunthole moved away. Suzy pushed 
her fingertip further into her pussy, trying to touch the center of that 
pounding hollowness within her. Her other hand automatically went to her 
breasts. 

The thick pussy-cream on her fingers was even more sensuously arousing than 
the soap had been. Her nipples stood up rock-hard and sent telegraphic 
ribbons of heat to her pussy. Thick, slow-spreading fluid coated her 
nipples, warming the ends of her breasts and the sensitive pink rings of her 
aureoles like a magic potion. Suzy stretched her long, slender fingers wide 
and captured the ends of both titties. 

Her nipples flashed heat to her brain, then more red-hot nerves sent 
impulses straight to her clitoris. Suzy pressed the heel of her hand against 
the top of her love mound, trapping her clitty and rolling it in the hot 
little pulpit of protective flesh. 

The little come trigger shot sparks outward. The hot jolts of feeling lanced 
all through her loins. Suzy's vagina squeezed down, tightening on her 
fingertip. The empty feeling in her belly was bigger now, still howling for 
more than just the fingertip she'd gotten into her pussy-mouth, but the 
sharp heat ripping from her clitty almost made up for it. Suzy somehow knew 
that the charge building up in her clitoris would wipe out the hunger when 
it crested. She felt the certainty in her mind as if she'd known it all her 
life, but she didn't have the faintest idea of how the knowledge had gotten 
there. It had appeared, growing like the heat grew in her pussy, and both 
the idea and the horniness were absolutely certain. 

Suzy's heart pounded. She slid down in the tub until her heels touched her 
ass. She lay writhing on her back, her entire body rolling and twisting in 
time to the cascade of sensations in her breasts and her clit and her 
cunthole. 

She was spattered with little drops of water. Lines of soapy bubbles dripped 
down her asscheeks, trailing off her busily fingered cunt. Her titties 
rolled on her chest like living things, mashing out under her hand. She 
gasped and moaned constantly, helping herself along the long ride with 
little noises that the shower spray drowned out. The sheer power of the 
feelings in her body amazed her. She knew she'd never felt anything so 
strong, so fantastically good. 

Something was starting. The excitement was still building, but it had 
changed. Every push of her hand against her clitty, every squeezing caress 
of her hard nipples, brought her closer to understanding that strangely 
changed feeling. Her titties didn't ache any more, they didn't throb. They 
demanded that Suzy twist and mash and squeeze them until the change had gone 
all the way. 

Suzy's eyes were wide open. She stared up into the steam. The grey-white 
clouds had lowered almost to the top of the tub. Her mouth was open, gasping 
for air. She mewed like a kitten, begging for the feeling to crest in her. 
With every twist and plunge of her fingertip into her cunthole, she pleaded 
for her body to respond, to take her further. 

With a huge, grinding push of her palm, Suzy flattened her cuntlips into a 
thin pad of heat. A jabbed flash of lightning ripped from her mashed clit to 
her brain. Every nerve and muscle in her body went tight as a fiddle string, 
then slacked again. Suzy jammed another fingertip into her cunt. 

She begged with herself. She worked her fingers back and forth, wrestling 
each other against the other and against the cream-slick walls of her 
cunt-sleeve. Her hand was soaked with juice. The satiny folds of her 
cuntwalls sucked her fingers, then moved away as she twisted her hand and 
her hips. Suzy's cunt wrapped around her fingers like living jelly. Every 
part of her body seemed to be right at the center of her cunt. Suzy sucked 
in a huge breath and held it. Her palm pounded the protective pocket of her 
clit against the hard arch of her pubic bone. 

A tidal wave of feeling hit her. Her cunt clamped down. Her fingers locked 
solid in the swampy little slot. Her hips bucked. Her ass came off the floor 
of the tub. She pushed harder, grinding all the wet soft heat around her 
clitty against her pubic bone. 

Her other hand dug into her tits. She held her arched position for half a 
second, then fell. Her breath gusted out. All the horny tension built up in 
her belly and broke down. The first contraction slacked, sending sheets of 
frozen flame along her nerves. Every cell in Suzy's body became a beacon of 
sparkling light. 

Another cunt-tightening pulse hit. The power of her cuntal sphincter 
astounded her. The squeezing muscle twisted her fingers. Ripples moved up 
her cuntwalls, flowing from the mouth to the hollow center so deep inside. 
Her other hand tightened again on her tits. 

Suzy lay back, shower spray bouncing off her skin, her hips rising and 
falling with the repeated peaks of her orgasm. Suzy had never felt anything 
so lovely, so sensuous. The long rippling waves of her first orgasm 
continued. 

Her mouth stretched in a lazy smile. Suzy began to laugh between the pulses. 
It was strangely, happily familiar, as if she'd forgotten for a minute what 
would happen. I should have known, she thought. 

Her hand fell away from her breasts. Her pussy sucked at her fingers. Suzy 
lay back to enjoy. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

I like Mom and Dad, but they can be such a pain! Why does it matter if I 
want to take a walk at night instead of hanging around and watching TV with 
them? 

And I wish Mom wouldn't say the JJ's are "a bunch of hoodlums." They're just 
the neighborhood kids. Why in heck would I want to go clear across town to 
visit one of her friends' simpy daughter? That Alicia's a dud. I bet she's 
gonna grow up to be a manicurist and part-time Avon lady just like her 
stupid mother! Heck, the only girl around here anywhere near my age is 

Mary Elizabeth Wiggins, and she won't even talk to me. How can she have two 
brothers in the JJ's and one in the Jokers and be such a cluck? I don't 
understand how Eddie's twin sister can be that way. 

Suzy scuffed across the street, kicking her sneaker at a tar strip. The 
mercury-vapor light over the intersection cast a flat silver-blue glow that 
made Suzy's shadow short, deep and soft on the asphalt. 

Suzy stepped up onto the curb. She was less than a hundred feet from her 
house, but all the buttoned-up dwellings around were as indifferent as if 
she didn't exist. She looked down the sloping street to the west, toward the 
park and downtown. The haze beyond the trees, three blocks away, glowed with 
the reflected lights of the business district. The tall eucalyptus looked 
inky-black against the fuzzy light. She looked to her left, down the other 
slope of the hill. Suzy saw a tall, gangly figure cross under the 
streetlight, a smaller person walking alongside. 

She decided against walking straight toward them. Suzy headed west, planning 
to meet them two blocks west and one block south. None of the JJ's parents 
lived near that intersection, and an overgrown monkey-puzzle tree shaded the 
streetlight. Hedges and other landscaping soaked up the sounds of voices or 
scuffling, and the traffic through the park almost never turned along either 
Locust or Shore streets. Next to the corner where Suzy started from, it was 
the best hangout for a half-mile in any direction. 

Suzy slumped along in tight Levi's and a baggy black sweatshirt. She'd felt 
a little daring leaving her bra off after her shower, but her nipples had 
felt so sensitive that Suzy couldn't bear the thought of confining her 
breasts in the cups again. She was beginning to outgrow it anyway, and the 
Wiltons' finances didn't take well to buying another half-dozen 
flopper-stoppers. 

"Umm-hmm," she said softly. That did feel nice, even if I was all wrinkled 
by the time I could get out of the shower. Felt like a prune. 

Nighttime, with all these quiet houses around . . . it almost makes me feel 
like doing it again. It's dark enough. I suppose I could go over to the 
park. Nobody could see me there, and they sure could if they looked outside 
right here. 

But nobody here ever looks outside. There's never anybody but the kids out 
at night, the kids and one or two after-dinner walkers. Even old Floyd and 
Shirley, the winos, stay home and watch TV until they pass out. 

That's funny, that I would feel-I guess it's sexy walking around, with all 
those people all around me, inside their houses. The image of the couples 
she'd watched in the park flashed across Suzy's mind. I wonder how many of 
these people do that. 

Suzy grinned to herself. It's not just "doing that." I know the word. 
"Fuck," she whispered, then a little louder, "fuck!" 

She was almost to the JJ's corner before she realized it. The sex-itchy 
feeling her solo walk had given her had distracted her, letting her walk 
automatically toward the meeting place. Suzy heard Tom West's voice, much 
deeper and slower than the other boys', and she halted against the shadowy 
bulk of a hedge thirty feet from the knot of boys. 

"We can do it, man, I know we can!" His voice was low, but suppressed 
excitement threatened to burst through. "That old fart really pees me off. 
He wouldn't even take my bottles today ... said he doesn't take supermarket 
bottles!" Tom West, the Weasel, was outraged. 

"Shee-it, Weasel, he won't take your bottles 'cause he knows you're a wimp." 
That was Eddie Wiggins, Mary Elizabeth's twin brother, the youngest of the 
three Wiggins boys. 

"Shut up, Eddie," Tom said. "Besides, he took Hambone's bottles, and David's 
the real wimp." 

Dave Hammond punched, and Suzy heard the thump of the short, fat boy's hand 
against the Weasel's nylon jacket. "Hey, fuck-err, you wanna see who's the 
wimp?" Hambone dodged back, shadowboxing against the single long-arm swat 
the Weasel laid toward him. "Come on, I'll kick your skinny butt!" 

"Fuck off, David." That was Jimmy Wiggins, the star burglar of the group. 
"How'd you figure we can rip old Dovel? He's got that alarm and lights in 
both sides of his store." 

"I don't know, man, but I know we can, and that's what counts. Dig it, we 
can push that wormy ass hole right outta the neighborhood. I heard him 
bitchin' about havin' to drop his insurance on the store last week. If we 
rip him, he'll hafta split!" 

Harvey Morales broke in. "Outtasite! You know how much beer he's got in that 
fuckin' cooler? Ol' Coyote can get inta that! Owooo!" 

Suzy faded back, away from the street corner. She didn't like Mr. Dovel any 
more than the rest of the kids did, but this wasn't the right time to hang 
around. 

Suzy was sure, no matter how much the JJ's talked about thieving, that they 
wouldn't actually do it. She liked action, and the Weasel never had made a 
plan the other Junior Jesters would go along with. 

It was a warm night and dark. Suzy didn't want to go home-home was cramped 
and bright, with her mother and father too near, taking up her breathing 
room-but she didn't have any particular destination in mind. Suzy headed for 
the dark band of eucalyptus at the edge of the park. 

Suzy watched her step under the trees, moving as slinky and as quiet as a 
cat. Her pale hands were stuffed deep in her pants pockets and her hair fell 
forward at the sides of her face, making the little girl as much a part of 
the shadows at the dark spaces between the tree trunks. She'd felt alone, 
different, never able to fit in with either the boys or the girls for a long 
time, so she'd spent many night hours wandering like a ghost around the 
edges of the park. There was a rusty chain-link fence near the edge of the 
grove, a hundred-foot section connected to nothing, and Suzy automatically 
turned when she was within twenty feet of it. The first night, she'd walked 
right into it, but tonight she followed it to the end. 

The city had half-assed around enough with the park that there were oaks 
surrounding the eucalyptus, dividing the grove from a picnic area grassy, 
smooth picnic area. One big oak stood out fifty feet into the plush lawn, 
growing low and bushy over a large area. Suzy climbed up the guy wire that 
helped keep it from falling and worked her way into the branches. 

Dark blue stuck high in dark green on a dark night 

. . . Suzy was the next thing to invisible there in her brooding spot. She 
never climbed that tree in the daytime, only at night. That preserved the 
secrecy of the four comfortable, fall-proof spots in her tree, kept it 
private from all those others who were so different from her. Suzy crawled 
out from the trunk. Where waist-thick branch grew horizontally, then forked 
before rising again, she settled in. She put her feet on one limb, and 
propped her back against another. It was perfect camouflage, dark cloth, 
dark leaves, dark night, with the slantwise rays from a streetlight 
illuminating the silvery grass right under her. Suzy could watch the houses 
and the street and every scattered table in the picnic area without moving 
from a leafy pocket of shadow. 

Masturbating. That was what bothered her. As soon as she'd finished and 
recovered her breath, Suzy remembered her mother slapping her hand for 
touching herself. She couldn't have been over two . . . maybe it had 
happened more than once. Suzy closed her eyes and leaned back. Was it really 
wrong? It sure didn't feel wrong-she couldn't remember anything feeling so 
right. If it wasn't, why didn't her parents say so? Sure, you wouldn't do it 
in public or anything, but ... 

It was a twisted-up, confusing problem. Suzy knew very well that her parents 
had told her things that weren't true, but it wasn't as if they'd lied to 
her. It was misleading her, giving her simple explanations for things she 
couldn't understand. 

But now that I've felt it, I'm sure I can understand it! Suzy shifted a 
little on the branch. The crotch seam of her pants cut into the center of 
her love mound. She wiggled, tugging at it with one hand. Well, heck! I'm 
all alone. . . nobody can see me. She unsnapped the top button of her fly 
and snaked her hand down inside her panties. 

The feeling was there, but it wasn't as urgent as it had been that 
afternoon. Suzy cupped her labia in her fingers. She leaned back against the 
branch, closed her eyes, tried to concentrate on the warm, soft, comforting 
feeling of holding her pussy. 

Suzy laid her middle finger along the virginal little crevice between her 
labia. The slit was moist, as usual, but it certainly wasn't as hot or 
slippery as it had been. She undid another button and wormed her fingertip 
downward until it barely touched the little dimple at the mouth of her 
vagina. 

Warmer there. Feels nice, just me by myself again, no hurry, no trouble. . . 
. Suzy let her other hand slide up under her sweatshirt. She rubbed her palm 
lightly over the firm mound of one breast. 

Smooth . . . I wish my skin were this smooth all over, this soft and silky. 
Her tongue-tip slipped across her lower lip. Suzy opened her mouth slightly, 
noticing the slightly gluey feeling at the corners of her lips. It reminded 
her of the way her inner labia half-stuck together before parting under the 
easy pressure of a fingertip. She heard voices, but ignored them. The man 
and woman who spoke would pass by and she'd be alone again soon, peacefully 
caressing herself up in her tree. 

The voices didn't go away. Suzy's eyes opened. They were closer, much 
closer. The female giggled, then gave a breathy little moan. 

She recognized the voice . .. both voices! It was Kathy West, the Weasel's 
tall blonde sister, giggling and talking and playing around with Gary 
Wiggins. 

But that wasn't all, not by a long shot. Suzy twisted her neck to look down 
as Gary and Kathy walked straight to her tree and flopped down right under 
her. Those were the same voices she'd heard in the park, the same voices 
that had dragged her off the path and introduced her to the sights and 
sounds of hot, sweaty fucking. Suzy sat up, moving as quickly and as 
carefully as possible. She pulled her hands out of her clothing and tried to 
button up again, but her pants were pulled half-down. Dam! Dam! Damn! Suzy 
grabbed a limb and twisted her hips. The tree shook, rattling the brittle 
leaves, and she cringed. What if they look up? I've had it.' 

Gated, what if he did see me this morning? Suzy tried again to tug at her 
pants, but the writhing in the tree had pulled them down another two inches. 
Now the half-open fly showed the pale gleam of her white panties, and the 
panties themselves let a quarter-inch of pussy-hair show. A knot on a limb 
had hooked her sweatshirt almost up to her titties, and the cool air made 
her nipples stand up like tents on a mountaintop. Suzy tried to sink into 
herself, to disappear, to will herself to be anywhere but right there right 
then. 

But Kathy and Gary hadn't looked up to see the pale gleam of her stomach or 
her panties or the finger's-width of black pussy-hairs. They were busy with 
their own business, and it was just about the same business as they'd 
attended to that morning. With the streetlight casting their shadows long on 
the ground, the couple grappled, rolling around, their arms tangled around 
each other like snakes. Gary's hand went under the back of Kathy's loose 
blouse. Kathy rolled under him, her hands diving down the back of his jeans, 
pulling the waistband until Suzy, above them, could see the dark wide line 
of his asscrack between the silver-blue moons of his buttocks. 

Suzy saw their mouths in profile, the wet gleam of saliva leaking from the 
sloppy, sliding seal of their moving lips, the moving bulges of wrestling 
tongues writhing like tentacles when their lips parted for an instant. The 
little girl was nearly as close as she'd been that morning, but tonight she 
could see every bit of the couple. The branch she lay on was a scant seven 
feet off the ground and the leaves and limbs around her seemed to funnel the 
gasping sounds of hot breathing straight to her ears. Suzy blinked. She 
watched Gary and Kathy and felt her pussy grow warm and moist against the 
taut pressure of her twisted Levi's. Suzy's hand stole toward her crotch 
before she realized they might hear her struggling to get enough clearance 
to finger herself. 

Kathy's pants were halfway down her hips, with Gary's hands struggling 
against the wide, pale hemispheres of her asscheeks. Both of them kept 
rolling over and over, wrestling around, first one on top, then the other. 
They made hungry, almost bestial sounds as they thrashed around, panting, 
groaning, tangling their legs together with the heavy sliding sound of cloth 
on cloth punctuating their heated gasps. 

They stopped kissing, stopped fondling and pawing and caressing each other 
long enough to strip off their pants. Gary half-tore his shirt in his hurry 
to take it off, and when he spread it on the ground, Kathy plopped her naked 
ass right in the center of it. Their pants were wadded up beside them, and 
the tall blonde girl pulled her blouse over her head and tossed it away. 

Suzy envied Kathy's body, the large, pink-brown nipples, the high-set, 
cantaloupe-like size tits, the full, plump rounds of her asscheeks. Kathy's 
bush was bigger, too, and it already glistened wetly in the light. Suzy 
wished she were seventeen, like Kathy, and grown-up enough to have such a 
body. 

But she really wanted to see Gary's cock again. He half-fell onto Kathy's 
torso, and the shadows concealed his prick. Suzy strained her eyes, but she 
couldn't quite see it. Could it really have been as big as she'd thought? 
Something like that was far too thick, far too long to fit into her own 
pussy . . . her fingertips had proved that. She held onto the tree with her 
arms and legs and felt the comforting pressure of the branch against her 
crotch. Suzy felt her flimsy panties snag on the rough bark. She'd have to 
stay still until Gary and Kathy left. 

But it didn't look as if they were about to leave, both naked, both gleaming 
with traces of sweat in the cool night air. Kathy's large, soft titties 
rolled like pillowcases full of pudding as she twisted her torso. Gary 
reached for them, clamping both hands around the base of one breast and 
squeezing. 

Up in the tree, Suzy could barely stifle a gasp at the sight. She could 
almost feel hands on her own firm titties, almost feel the taut distension 
of her skin over the forced-up flesh. Her hips started moving again. She 
rubbed her pussy on the branch and tried to imagine what Kathy was feeling. 

The hands on her tits made Kathy's nipples stretch. The internal pressure 
lit her titty-points with a lusty fire that made them itch to be kissed, and 
when Gary finally lowered his mouth to them, Kathy thought she would go 
insane. 

He licked across the tip of one nipple with the flat of his tongue, then 
nibbled at her aureole with his teeth. Kathy felt his fingers skid on the 
sweat-slick slipperiness of her skin. She rolled her hips lewdly, pushing 
one thigh against the down-jutting spar of his prick. She wanted him badly, 
almost too badly to bear. Every move she made was an open invitation for 
Gary to take her pussy, to use it and do whatever he wanted with the 
dripping-hot femininity of her loins. 

Gary slid one hand down the front of her twisting abdomen, caressing, 
rollicking over the slender curve of her waist. His voice came in grunts, 
then in a single moan as his thick fingers threaded through the dark forest 
of cunt-hairs over her labia. He found the wide, juice-greased split between 
her cuntlips and slicked a finger through the gash. 

Kathy's breath tore faster through her throat. She pushed her pelvis up 
against his hand, offering the wide, gushing mouth of her vagina to his 
fingers. Her slit felt the pressure of his palm. Sparkling messages shot 
from her pussy to her brain, hot little flashes of lusty delight. "Oh, baby, 
down there, down there," she moaned, pushing at Gary's head. His lips pulled 
away from her hard-suck nipples with a tug that sent even more lascivious 
need down to her crotch. 

Gary let her hands move him down. He ran his fingers around each of her 
luscious titties again, then licked the little under curve of each breast as 
if he couldn't bear to move away from those fantastic, rolling delights. He 
buried his face in her cleavage, struggling against the downward pressure of 
her hand. His palms covered the outside of her big pillowy tits and mashed 
the sweaty, woman-smelling valley between them against his face. "Goddamn, 
Kathy, I could suck these tits all night!" He rolled his twisted face from 
side to side and the soft mounds pressed against his nose, his mouth, his 
eyeballs. 

"Gary, honey, I could let you," Kathy moaned, "if my pussy wasn't so hot! I 
need it, baby, I need you!" She swiveled her hips, moving as fluidly as a 
boneless snake. She felt Gary's hand move to her love mound, and she 
concentrated on the tug of every cunt-hair and the swampy warmth flowing 
between her labia. It felt like Gary's hand had gathered her whole love 
mound into a tight, juicy wad of the purest, hottest lubricious fluids she'd 
ever felt. 

Gary growled. His face slid downward. Kathy held her breath, knowing that 
Gary would eventually find his way to the sweet, gushing wedge of her pussy. 
She held as still as she could, waiting for him, but she wanted to fling her 
knees wide and thrust the hollow hungry emptiness of her cunt up at his 
face. She kept running her fingertips over his head while she waited. 

Gary slipped his arms under her thighs, still kissing and licking and biting 
at the smooth double-dome swell of her belly. Kathy's legs bent over his 
shoulders. He leaned forward and Kathy's ass came off the ground. Her cunt 
was juicy and eager enough to smell. The thick, heavy aroma closed in around 
him like a fog. The smell made his cock so stiff it felt ready to break off. 
He could have fucked a hole in the tree trunk with that steely borer, fucked 
right through solid oak. He rose to his knees and cupped one of her slick 
asscheeks in each hand. Gary took a deep breath of the rich odors of her 
pussy, then buried his face in the sopping, oily, aromatic center of her 
snatch. 

Kathy could have died happy right then. Gary's mouth opened wide and took 
her cunt in, all but the very top of the fatty pad over her pubic bone. She 
felt a lewd suction start, a suction that competed with the hollowness in 
her guts. The puffy slices of her sopping labia slipped into his mouth. Her 
cunthole gushed juice and the cream mingled with his spit. Kathy was ready 
to float away on a river of fluid that bathed her whole crotch. A trickle 
leaked past her lower lips and hot juices washed over her ass hole. Her 
sphincters went loose when the warm flood hit and Kathy let out a low, 
passionate moan. 

She felt the first teasing lick of his tongue. Kathy gasped. He always 
started like that, sending her higher and higher, half-frustrating her by 
touching his tongue between her cunt-mouth and tip of her come-trigger. She 
bent her knees further, trying to pull him against her pussy. Kathy tried to 
drive her hips at him, tried to roll until her cunt or her clit could 
capture his tongue, but Gary wouldn't give in. He would eat her his way, no 
matter how much she moaned and groaned and struggled. 

Kathy had had a quick, flashing peak, a single wave of come-force, when 
Gary'd sucked her whole pussy into his mouth. It didn't fade away. She was 
still as hot for him, still as thrillingly high, but the chance of a full 
orgasm moved out of reach, like a candy cane on a chandelier. Kathy sobbed. 
It was a sound of pure, horny need. 

Kathy already knew what Gary would do next. He squeezed her asscheeks 
together, helping her to push her pussy up at his face again. When she 
shoved the starving stripe of her cuntslit at his face again. Gary teased 
her more. 

He took the long, dark strands of her cuntbeard into his lips. Her labia 
stretched outward as he tightened his lips and pulled back slowly, letting 
the strands slide reluctantly away. His eyes focused on the rubbery, greasy 
slices of her returning labia. Her cuntlips stretched wider, as if his cock 
had already reamed into her slot and mashed them flat with powerful fuck 
strokes. 

Gary pulled his head back and looked at Kathy's upturned cunt-flesh. The 
inner petals looked almost black in the weird blue-green of the streetlight, 
but he knew they were bright red at the center. He watched the ring of her 
cunt muscle open. The lighter color of the pink lining showed. As he 
watched, stroking his fingertips up and down her asscheeks, Kathy's heat 
made her cunt flaps open further, then wink back down. In the strange 
lighting, it was like a time-lapse shot of some weird black orchid growing 
and shrinking. He ran his tongue-tip along the hot crease between her outer 
cunt lip and the hinge of her left thigh. 

Kathy gurgled. She was too hot, too fuck-hungry horny, to speak. She wanted 
to beg him to eat her snatch for real but the words just whirled in her 
head. The temperature of her cunt rose higher, climbing in leaps and spurts 
like a goat on a cliff-side, jerking and hurrying with every increase of her 
cunt juice's flow. She moved her hips lewdly, rolling as smoothly and easily 
as greased ball bearings. 

Gary bent his neck, bringing his face a little closer to her cunt. Kathy 
watched him eagerly, her hands on the sides of his head. His tongue went 
across the top of her bush. His lingual tool slithered down the side of the 
wedge. He pulled her higher, raising her ass over a foot off his spread-out 
shirt. He burrowed down and licked the crease where her thigh met her 
asscheek. With a tongue-flick as quick as a chameleon's, he pierced the 
puckered dot of her ass hole, driving some of the overflow from her cunt 
into her shitter. 

Kathy was desperate. It always happened this way ... always! Gary would roam 
over her, sampling here, tasting there, teasing in another place, until she 
was ready to scream from hungry, cunt heat. Her gurgling voice rose louder. 
She thought of the houses across the street from the park and tried to 
stifle herself, but her hips kept rolling in that mad, lusty, sincerely 
overheated erotic motion. She tightened her fingers against his head and 
forced his mouth against her sopping cunt. 

At last Kathy felt her tongue start, lapping like a dog's along the center 
of her cunt. She let go of his head. Her hands went up to cover her face, 
stifling the throaty wail of her voice. Every single taste-bud on his tongue 
left a squirming imprint on the slick, slippery smoothness between her 
cunthole and her clit. Every erogenous cell in her slot exploded. 

Gary slithered his tongue back down, still avoiding her clit. Kathy was a 
quivering mass of cunt need. She didn't know if she could stand the intense 
feeling when he licked her clitty-tip, but she knew she couldn't stand it if 
he didn't. She tightened her legs on his shoulders, holding her cunt wide 
open against his face. 

He straightened halfway, dragging her further off the ground. Kathy rested 
on her shoulders and the back of her neck, her heavy titties bobbing toward 
her face. They moved nearly as far as her collarbones when she jiggled. His 
hands dug into her asscheeks again and Kathy squealed. His tongue started 
the first assault on her cunt-mouth. 

Kathy was in ecstasy. She bore down, pressing outward from the center of her 
belly, forcing her cunt open wider. The thick, muscular wedge of Gary's 
tongue drove into her slot. The bubbling sides of her cunthole parted. His 
chin pressed against the cream-greased ring of her ass hole. Kathy found her 
voice. 

"Oh, fuck, honey! Oh, Jesus god, don't stop eating me, Gary!" 

Gary grunted into her cunt-flesh. He ate her cunt to wind her up, to get her 
half out of her head with excitement, and he always felt like the hottest 
stud in the world when she begged for more head. He didn't like gobbling her 
cunt that much, at least not when he first started, but he felt so powerful, 
so dominant, when she pleaded that Gary got more and more inflamed with 
every lick at her twat. He knew he could do anything he wanted after a 
little muff-suction session. He dug his fingertips into her asscheeks, 
prying the loaves further apart, and ran two fingertips around the puckered 
ring of her ass hole. 

"Please, my clit! Oh, goddamn you, baby, eat my clit!" Kathy rolled her hips 
lewdly, trying to force the blazing stub of her clitoris down towards his 
mouth. She felt the strong set of his muscles. She didn't think she could do 
it until he wanted to suck her, but Kathy worked at it anyway. The massive 
tension whirling in her belly told Kathy she was going to come if he'd just 
suck her clit for a second, but she couldn't tell when he'd do it, or even 
if he would. 

With a slithering, face-wetting roll of his neck, Gary moved up on her cunt. 
His two ass-diddling fingertips pressed against the tight ring of her 
shitter. He opened his mouth wider. With a motion like taking the top off an 
ice-cream cone, he covered the whole top of Kathy's cunt mound and sucked it 
into his mouth. 

Kathy stuffed her fist into her mouth. The slippery, spit-wet sliding of his 
lips on her cunt was enough to start the ripples of orgasm rolling in the 
empty center of her cunt. She twisted her hips ferociously, and one of his 
fingers slipped into her ass hole. 

Her rectum milked at it. She needed something filling her, Kathy didn't care 
what. She sobbed, amazed again at the lewd thrill of the penetration. Her 
ass hole was tighter, drier, less responsive than her cunthole, but the 
orgiastic feelings Gary's mouth whipped into her clit made her bunghole 
squeeze and come as hard as her cunt could have. 

And her cunt was sopping wet now, flooded from her cunthole to her clit with 
huge spurts of lubricious ooze. The whole mound seemed to swell up in his 
mouth, growing, flowering, blossoming out like an offering of simmering wet 
petals and honey. Kathy lost her breath. She couldn't even beg any more. 
Gary's tongue dove toward the mouth of her hole. It rammed into her twat, 
wet and slick and strong and pointed, and Kathy went into spasms of 
pleasure. 

Her cunt joy leaped higher. If the feelings before had been a shout, the 
ecstasy now was like a jet taking off. Her cunt and her ass hole both 
spasmed, collapsing on his tongue and his finger, then fluttering open again 
to crash tight, over and over. The racking tension in her belly crested, 
then blasted down to surround his tongue and his fingers. It crested again. 
Kathy was coming frantically, and she loved every gut-twisting surge of her 
orgasm. 

Suddenly the tongue slipped out of her cunt. A sob got past the fist she'd 
jammed into her mouth. A scream followed it. With her cunt and her asshole 
already sucking and squeezing like a super-fast milking machine, Gary's 
tongue jabbed against the blazing tip of her clit. 

The tongue-tip felt heavy and hard as a sledgehammer. It speared at the hot 
nugget, then flicked and twisted around the sides of the hard little spike. 
Kathy felt the rough top of his tongue, then the slick sides, then the wet 
bottom of it. Every vein, every spit gland whirled around and around her 
come trigger. Nerves all around her clit were burning out. She couldn't feel 
anything except that tongue and her clasping ass hole and the gushing 
hollowness of her cunthole. 

The motions changed. Kathy felt nothing now but the lightning flashes of 
sensation that sliced from her clit to her brain. The tongue flicked back 
and forth on the tip of her fuck-button like a tuning fork, thousands of 
swift, buzzing vibrations shocking her every second. The whole top of her 
cunt mound was wet, encased in his lips, and he sucked her twat into his 
mouth. The sliding, soupy, sucking motion of his lips on her labia increased 
the atomic heat of her clitty, and Kathy went berserk. 

She flailed her arms around, wailing, begging, screaming for him to stop, 
but she didn't even hear her voice. Another second of his mouth and hands 
anywhere near her crotch would kill, would absolutely make her come herself 
to death. Her mind was ready to snap like an overstretched rubber band, but 
she couldn't stop him. 

Screaming, pleading, Kathy felt the ripples of passionate thrills moving all 
through her. Every muscle in her body worked with and against the waves of 
feeling. She was almost upside down now, her head barely touching the grass, 
her legs flailing toward the sky. "Ohhh, Gary, dammit, God! Jesus, please, 
please stop, please! I can't take it! My cunt's gone, gone crazy, baby, oh, 
oh, FUUUCK! Oh, fuck fuck fuck FUCK MEE!!!" she screamed. 

Gary pulled his face off her pussy. He'd held on with both hands, his face 
glued to her twat like a cowboy's ass on a bronco. With a single hard 
motion, he dropped her ass toward the ground again. She was bent back like a 
bridge, her cunt against his thighs, her ass a foot off the ground. He 
pulled his hips back and braced his prick with one hand. He gripped the 
shaft and aimed the head at the dripping mouth of her vagina. 

Kathy felt the unmistakable hard width of his hot prick against the gushing 
mouth of her twat. She rolled her knees back until her thighs touched her 
tits. She locked her arms under her ass, holding her cunt up at him, and 
spread her legs wide. 

Gary shoved at the same instant. A gusher of cunt-juice splashed out around 
his prick. She was so wet, so hot, so ready for prick that she squirted lube 
like a grapefruit squirts juice. In a single stroke, Gary's cock was 
ball-deep in her cunt, his belly braced against the thrashing center of 
Kathy's crotch. 

And Kathy loved it. The sudden relief of having Gary's prick wedged in her 
frothing cunt was worth anything, even the harsh, rape-like shove of his 
meat into her slit. She didn't even pause when his hairy balls slapped 
against her asscrack. Kathy swiveled and pulled back, her cunt ready for the 
next ramming stroke of Gary's meat. 

She knew from experience that cunt eating wound Gary up until his prick was 
ready to spew gushers, gallons, great steaming gobs of fuckjuice. She beat 
her buttocks and the backs of her full, fleshy thighs against him. Her cunt 
ring clamped down and milked his prick. Every nerve in her cunt-sleeve, 
every cell in her clit and her labia and around the ring of her shit-chute 
was alert, at full attention, and Kathy worked her twat more lasciviously 
than she ever had before. 

Her own ongoing orgasm kept her cunt clenching and loosening, clamping and 
slacking. Kathy felt the matching tension start building in Gary's body. She 
tried to speed the beat. The last thing she wanted was a slow, easy fuck. 
She strained. She moved her ass from side to side, wringing her cunt along 
his prick. She wanted to feel him shooting. She grunted, fighting to make 
Gary come. She had to match the milking strokes of her cunt with the harsh, 
heavy strokes of his cockmeat, urging him to hurry, hoping he'd come soon. 

Gary shoved more meat into her cunt. His lunges made her spine curl, then 
snap back toward straight. Kathy was glad she'd braced her ass up with her 
arms. She pounded her pussy up at her kneeling lover, matching the best 
shoves he could throw. She grunted. 

Kathy felt Gary's prick stiffen. The head was huge, swelling even larger 
inside her cunt. The knob felt like a watermelon when it slammed past her 
womb, but she struggled to keep her side of the fuck going. The shaft was 
outrageously stiff now, strong as a crowbar. Kathy tried to hold her breath, 
but, realizing it would be a while yet she gasped. 

They battered at each other like steam engines. The sweaty slapping of 
Gary's belly against her sopping cunt was loud as pistol shots. The 
squishing sound of her overflowing cunt was almost enough to drown out the 
gusts of their breath. Heat and friction built up, rising higher, higher, 
higher, setting a fire at the mouth of Kathy's cunt. 

His prick was like a red-hot rod now, a red-hot mass of steel dragging back 
and forth across the furnace of the mouth of her cunt. Her labia were the 
sides of a forge, her belly was the anvil, and Gary's cock was the 
blacksmith's steel, hot, showering burning sparks with every hammering blow 
of his belly against her cunt. 

"Ahhh, aahhh," Gary warned, grunting, trying to tell Kathy his jism was 
simmering higher. 

"Uh-huh, uh-huh," Kathy said, nodding. "Ooooh, fuck, fuck it to me, fuck me 
good, babe, Gary, baby! Oh, oh, OH!" She locked her legs around his hips and 
took her arms from under herself. She reached up toward his shoulders, 
hoping to drag him down onto her tits and belly for the last furious fuck 
strokes. 

Gary's hands clawed into her ass. With a huge, ram-jam thrust, he flung his 
cockmeat deep into her cunt again, then drove her ass to the ground. He rose 
slowly, painfully, and hovered, her cuntlips barely folding around his 
cockhead. 

He dove down, the stroke had all the weight of his body behind it. With a 
grunt like a straining bear's, he let the first charge of semen blast from 
his cockhead. 

Kathy felt it. The ripping motion of his come tube pushed against the tight 
ring of her cunthole. Even as he drove down onto her and the first powerful 
blast rocketed into her cunt, she felt the jizz hit the tip of her womb. 
Instantly, his knob thudded against her cervix too, like a pick handle 
following the blast of a fire hose. She let go entirely. 

The orgasm she'd struggled with grabbed her. It shook her like a jelly 
around the spurting mass of Gary's prick. Kathy let her legs beat on his 
back. Her teeth sank into his shoulder. She let her cunt milk automatically 
at his pumping prick. Everything but the feeling of his prick in her cunt 
and the long hard waves of her orgasm faded away. 

Gary pumped again, again, yet again. He spewed jism like a fresh well 
shooting oil. The gooey-tight clasp of her cunt on his stem was sheer 
heaven. He pushed his chest against her titties, his belly against her clit, 
and let the rocking roll of her hips carry him off. His eyes closed. His 
motions slowed. 

"Awwwwk!" 

Kathy froze. Intruders! 

Gary stopped. Cops! 

Suzy scrabbled for a grip. Dammit! Her hand slipped. 

Thud! The little girl fell, ass over teakettle, onto Gary's legs. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Suzy was a good tumbler. She hit rolling and came up ready to run, but a 
projecting stud on the branch had caught her belt loop and her Levi's were 
down around her knees. Even her flimsy bikini panties had scooted to 
mid-thigh, hobbling her tighter than wet rawhide on a pinto pony. She hopped 
and humped away, frantic, tugging at her pants. Her pale asscheeks gleamed 
in the light and a tiny tuft of curly black hair peeked out at the base of 
her cleft. 

She looked back over her shoulder, all but scared to death. Gary was up, 
snapping his head from one side to the other. His cock, hard and gleaming 
with juice, trailing jizz from the tip, bobbed and jerked. He spotted Suzy 
and started toward her. 

Kathy was struggling to cover herself. She sat up, almost hiding the sopping 
wedge of her cunt between her thighs. She tried to hide her tits with her 
hands, but the big mounds were just too much. By the time she thought to 
grab her blouse, Suzy had turned around again and was doing her damnedest to 
run. 

She got her Levi's half-up and took off like a rabbit on a dog track. She 
crashed through the fallen leaves and branches of the eucalyptus, not 
looking back until she was a good fifty yards into the trees. 

Gary had stopped, holding one foot off the ground as if he'd stabbed a stick 
into his sole. Suzy heard muttered curses behind her. She slowed her mad 
dash and jogged completely out of sight before resting. 

Suzy was scared, she was mad, she was embarrassed. The only good thing about 
the whole episode was that she hadn't hurt herself. 

And I almost wish I'd broken my neck! Suzy thought bitterly. She felt a 
little righteous self-pity. Gary wouldn't have chased me if I'd hurt myself. 
. . they'd be the ones who felt bad! Suzy sulked along with her head down, 
too upset to head for home even though it was late. If her parents were 
mad-and they would be-it would be one more wrong against herself for Suzy to 
savor. 

Gawd, I was just up there minding my own business when they came along. I'm 
positive they recognized me ... and with my pants down! Darn it, they didn't 
even give me enough warning to get down before they started doing all that! 
Suzy looked up just long enough to check the road that entered the park, 
then scuffed across. 

I bet I won't have a chance with the JJ's now, not a chance in the world. 
All the guys have to do is hear about me sitting in my tree and playing with 
myself and they won't let me come near them again ... especially David! Ever 
since the TNT's caught Weasel spying on them, David hasn't let them forget 
it. I guess he was just doing the same thing I was ... whatever "jacking off 
means. It sounds like it, anyway, even if I don't have a jack handle. She 
let a bitter little grin move across her mouth, but Suzy kept walking along 
with her head down. 

She bumped into something. 

Someone. It squawked. "Git away from me!" 

"Ulp!" Suzy backed up a step. "I . .. urn, I .. ." 

"Oh, it's you." Weasel turned half-away from Suzy, struggling with the front 
of his pants. 

'"Wait, wait a minute, Tom," Suzy said. She tried to keep from watching his 
hands and the quick flashes of pale flesh that showed against the front of 
his dark pants. "I won't tell." 

"Tell what?" His voice was sharp, accusing. 

"What you're doing." 

"Yeah? What was I doing?" 

"You were jackin' off, weren't you?" 

"How would you know?" 

"Look, Tommy, I said I wouldn't tell." Suzy looked away, then back at him. 
Well, heck, I'm in trouble anyway. She touched his arm. "Umm, I'll.. . help 
you, if you want." 

The Weasel shied away, but his hands stopped fumbling at his crotch. He 
turned toward her again and Suzy barely saw the pale spear of his meat at 
the lower edge of her vision. "Then touch it.. . touch my cock." 

Suzy looked at his face for a long, long time. She'd never understood how 
Tom West had gotten his nickname. He didn't look anything like a weasel, 
with his lanky body, his high cheekbones and pug nose. He had heavy eyebrow 
arches that almost hid the glitter of his grey eyes and a strong, square 
jaw. He didn't even more like any animal Suzy could think of ... he was 
slow, tentative, as if his muscle control hadn't grown up nearly as quickly 
as his tall body. He always seemed to be very careful with his motions, 
afraid to .let the clumsiness of his big hands and feet show to anyone. He 
looked as if he would be the leader of the Junior Jesters, but his slow 
moves and careful, deep-voiced speech left him as just another gang member. 
"O-okay," Suzy said in a tiny voice. She swung her right hand forward, from 
the hip. "Would . . . would you like to touch me, too?" 

Tom stopped. He even moved his hips back, as if the brief touch of her 
fingertips on his prick had burnt his skin. "I'd like to see your tits," he 
said hopefully. 

Suzy's heart fluttered. She felt a wave of heat start in her pussy and send 
shivers up her spine. Maybe she was about to find out what had made Kathy so 
excited, or why the other girl had made those strange, arousing noises. Suzy 
crossed her arms and pulled her sweatshirt up over her head. 

Her fingertips still burned with the memory of Tom's prick against her skin. 
She rubbed her thumb back and forth, wondering why the quick warm touch had 
made such an impression on her nerves. Her sweatshirt fell to the ground 
between them and Suzy reached for his prick again. 

"Ohhh, yeah," Tom breathed. "Squeeze a little, Suzy." He pushed his hips 
forward again. 

"It's so warm ... so warm and nice-feeling," Suzy whispered. "I can't 
squeeze it right now... it feels like I'd hurt it." She slipped her 
fingertips up the shaft, marveling at the slightly greasy feel of the skin. 
There was a little band of darker flesh, then paleness again, just under 
that strange crown. Something told her to leave the knob alone. 

She hardly noticed Tom's hands moving to her breasts or his fingers sliding 
along the outer swell of each titty. She was amazed at the size and shape 
and warmth of his prick. The textures were a delight. She wrapped her 
fingers around the shaft, feeling the heat against her clammy palm. Suzy 
slid her hand down and the skin moved with it. 

"There's more in your pants, isn't there?" she hinted, her voice barely 
audible. She wondered about the sac that should be hidden at the base of his 
cockshaft. Could it possibly be as big and dark and hairy as Gary's had 
looked? 

"You pull yours down, too," Tom said. His hips were moving against the 
strokes of her little hand, thrusting his penis up and forward, then pulling 
back as soon as her fingers touched his fly. 

Suzy worked her left hand against the buttons of her pants. They popped one 
at a time and she remembered the embarrassing way her panties were rolled 
down under her jeans. She hadn't had time to straighten them out, and the 
tops of her panties were just a wad of tricot around her hips, not hiding 
the front of her pussy or the cleft of her ass at all. 

Well, Tom s already doing it, she told herself. Suzy tugged one-handed, not 
letting go of his prick, and her Levi's fell to her ankles. It took a little 
more work to get her panties down to mid-thigh but she managed it. She felt 
the cool night air chill the moisture at the base of her cunny. Her 
sphincters closed tight as little fists. Goosebumps started on her arms and 
thighs while the sneaky wet warmth of her loins turned to a deliciously 
naughty chill. Suzy looked at the prick in her hands and impulsively moved 
against it. 

It was hot against her belly, hot and hard, but the skin of the knob was 
soft as velvet. 

"Hey, don't stop," Tom said, but his hands went to her ass and pressed her 
against him. 

Suzy felt the black curls of her pussy mash down. She rubbed the puffy lips 
of her cunt against his thighs and more heat started in her pussy. She felt 
a little trickle of cream starting. Her face was against his throat, her 
tits against his shirt, her hands between her belly and the scratchy, hairy 
warmth of his balls. Tom's fingers worked around her cheeks like blunt 
worms, seeking her asscrack and the tight little indents where her thighs 
met her buttocks. 

"God damn, you feel good," Tom whispered. He rubbed his prick along the soft 
lower swell of her naked belly. His hands slid up from her ass, along her 
slim waist, over the rippling little muscles of her back, and found the 
outer sides of her tits again. He palmed the firm mounds and her nipples 
poked out even further. His hands moved and her nipples scratched along the 
cloth of his shirt, sending flashes of heat down to her pussy. Suzy could 
feel the dripping, honeyed heat of her pussy oozing against his thighs. I 
hope he doesn't think I'm peeing on him, she worried. 

He pushed her away. "I wanna look at you." His low voice had become gruff, 
husky, as if his throat were tightening up. 

"Okay." Suzy took her hands off his prick, still without having touched that 
wide-winged knob at the tip. She moved back a half-step, nearly falling. The 
tight hobble of her pants and panties held her legs together. She took a 
second to stare down at her own body before she looked at the bobbing mass 
of his prick again. 

The moon was between full and last quarter, just coming up over the houses a 
block away. There were streetlights here and there, far enough away that the 
shadows from one didn't interfere with the light from another. Her titties 
each had two or three shadows on them, but the dark circles of her nipples 
showed up magnificently against the blued silver of her skin. Her pussy 
looked more prominent somehow, as if the shy way the lips tucked in and the 
tiniest strands of her cunt-hairs combined to make her narrow little cuntal 
beard look larger. She could barely see the tight little lines that extended 
along the sides of her love mound, continuing the vee of her torso and 
thighs. The slight shadow of her shoulder across Tom's torso told Suzy that 
her back and her bottom must have the same soft, subtle glow from the lamps 
hundreds of feet behind her. She raised her hands to her breast, cupping the 
mounds from underneath, offering the tingly-hard tips to Tommy's calculating 
eyes. 

But she stared at his prick all the while. It had that curve to it, and the 
wide knob and the top, and it jutted from a palm-size wad of thick dark hair 
at the base of his belly. She was just more than arm's length from him, just 
far enough away to see the wiry wad of hair that covered his scrotum. Her 
hands came toward his loins again. 

Tom was drinking in the sight of her nakedness. Suzy felt shy and proud at 
the same time. None of the JJ's had looked at her that way before, and she 
found that she liked displaying herself to Tom. She watched his hand go 
toward his cock, close on it, and move the loose skin up and down along the 
pole. Her own hand itched for that warm, greasy, fleshy touch. She stepped 
forward. 

Tom's hand left his prick. It moved to her tit, stopped, then slid down her 
front. "Uhh, maybe you shouldn't," Suzy started, remembering the way she'd 
reacted to her own hand there. 

It was too late. His fingers were already twining through her hairs, digging 
into the puffy warmth of her labia. One fingertip found the crease between 
her cuntlips. She involuntarily moved her hips forward, giving him a chance 
to slide that fingertip forward and into the tiny oval of her virgin 
pussy-mouth. 

Tommy didn't seem to know or care about that. "God, you're all wet and hot 
and gooey." 

She felt embarrassed. "Yeah." 

"It feels good . . . feels fuckin' good." 

His hand was moving faster on his prick. Suzy gulped. The image of Tom's big 
sister bent like a bow, displaying her pussy to Gary Wiggins' face, flashed 
through her mind. "You could kiss me there . . . you could eat my pussy," 
Suzy added when he didn't react. 

Tom pulled his hand back as if he'd been bitten. Suzy could smell the thick, 
musky aroma of her sex juice on his hand. Her odor floated out with the 
increasing flood of her cuntjuice, filling the air around them as the juice 
filled all the hot little crevices, all the slippery secrets of her pussy. 

"I-I couldn't." Tom leaned away, but his feet stayed planted in the same 
spot. His cock looked bigger, harder, stiffer. "Jack me off some more." 

Suzy felt a little tug of disappointment, but it wasn't as strong as the 
flush of excitement that traveled up her arm when she touched his prick 
again. 

And Tom helped her excitement along. He reached for her pussy, his fingers 
moving to explore that triangular wedge of sweet, warm woman flesh. He 
already knew it was gushing juice, and he knew damned well that the sweet, 
heavy scent around them wasn't the sweat off his balls. He wanted to find 
the source of that creamy liquid and see if the perfume that worked right up 
his nostrils to inflame his brain would get stronger. 

He'd never felt a pussy before tonight . . . not a naked, barely haired, 
juicy pussy that acted hungry for any attention he could give it. He'd tried 
to build one, using anything from his sister's panties and a toilet-paper 
tube to a fistful of mayonnaise in a rubber glove, but nothing felt like 
this. He rubbed the upper portion of the meaty little lips with the palm of 
his hand and wiggled one finger into the crease again. He searched for the 
hole he knew was there but he couldn't quite find it. He imagined it should 
be pretty near the front, so a man's cock could plunge straight in below the 
woman's belly. 

Then his finter tip found it. It was better than he'd imagined . . . hot and 
wet and tight, and the inside of the little circle was satiny-smooth, with 
some strange erotic life of its own. The soft, fleshy walls kissed at his 
fingertip. 

Suzy's hand tightened on his prick. She hummed and her hand instinctively 
tried to lead his knob toward her pussy-mouth. She was only inches away, but 
Tom's hand was in the way. She decided to settle for just stroking the 
greasy-hot skin up and down the shaft. It was warm and thick and 
strong-feeling in her hand, and Suzy liked that. 

"Ohhh, that feels nice, Tom," Suzy moaned. She kept stroking his cock with 
one hand. Her other hand went to his wrist, guiding his fingers toward her 
breast. Her nipples were so hard they hurt, and the cool air made them seem 
to stand up even further. She saw Tom's eyes go wider. Suzy ground her pussy 
forward against his hand. 

The lubricious sliding of his finger in her cunt was a delightful teaser, 
but Suzy wanted more. That hungry hollow in her guts wanted more but she 
wasn't quite sure how to get it. She felt like that strange, building-up 
feeling was about to make her all loose and juicy and crazy inside, as she'd 
been in the shower that day. Suzy stared at him, begging with her eyes. 

But Tommy's eyes were locked on her tits. The dim light made them look as 
pure and white and firm as marble. Even his fingertips looked dark on them, 
nearly as dark as the hot pink of her nipples. But they weren't marble, as 
his fingers told both him when he squeezed. 

He was fascinated with her body. The luxurious wet warmth of her pussy 
worked at his fingertips. The high, firm cones of her titties were enough to 
stun him, even without the pebbly hardness of her beautiful bell-shaped 
areolas and the thumb-size spikes of her nipples. His cock felt hard as a 
rock, thick as a telephone pole in her soft little hand. He pushed it 
forward, then dared to speak. 

"Would you . . . could you . . . please, suck my prick?" Tom froze, afraid 
his question would repulse her. He couldn't have stopped himself from 
asking, but he kicked himself while he waited for Suzy's reply. 

Suzy took long seconds to answer. She'd heard of cock suckers, but the way 
he asked didn't seem to match the filthy way other kids talked about them. 
Her tongue ran around her lips. She didn't doubt for an instant that it was 
a disgusting, vulgar, low-down act, but... 

What if he pees in my mouth? She squeezed his shaft again. Her fingers 
moved, folding the loose skin of the tool up over the ridge of his meat. The 
head seemed to be shrinking as she worried about it. 

Suzy didn't want that long, strong thing to melt away. She didn't want it to 
shrink at all, not until her pussy felt better. "I never . . ." she said in 
a tiny whisper. Her mouth was suddenly very wet. "All right." She sank to 
her knees on the leafy ground, naked from her ankles to her head. 

She looked up. There was only a shadow where Tom's face should have been. 
She watched as his hands moved toward the sides of her head and gently 
guided her face toward the wide crown of his cock. 

Suzy examined the length of meat at close range. True, she'd wanted to 
examine the organ before, but she wanted to do it slowly, with time to 
investigate that shape and those textures that were so exciting in her 
hands. She studied as long and as carefully as she could. She moved her face 
closer, her eyes all but crossed as she looked at the end. A tiny drop of 
lube filled the slit at the tip, gleaming like a tiny pearl. 

A forbidding flutter in her belly made her hesitate. Its dirty . . . I 
shouldn't, she told herself, but Tom's hands coaxed her face forward. 

"Please .. . you said you would!" His voice was almost begging, and Suzy 
felt compassion grow inside her. She could feel frustration at the center of 
her own belly. 

It can't feel any better for him than it does for me, she thought. His 
fingers tightened on her temples and the head of his prick rose toward her 
face. 

There was no way out of it. Suzy gripped the middle of his shaft with one 
hand. Her other hand went to the sac between his legs. It didn't dangle, 
like Gary's had; it was drawn up tight against the base of his cock. She 
instinctively knew it was from the cool of the night air, tightening as her 
areolas tightened. 

But it was wet, sweaty, covered with a dusty, musty-smelling fluid that made 
her fingers slip around. The wiry hairs were fascinating, too, coarser than 
her own pubes but curled just as tightly. Suzy wished she had time to 
investigate every part of Tom's crotch, but his hands tightened again on her 
head. She licked her lips. 

Licked her lips and opened them. Slowly and tentatively, Suzy put her 
spit-wet lips over the end of his penis. She felt a strange, thick fluid 
smear onto her mouth. It was warm, and it seemed to soak into her lips. She 
remembered the fat, pearly drop she'd seen and knew it must be the drip from 
the tip of his cockslit. She opened her lips a fraction further and slid her 
mouth toward the thick, wing-like ridge around the mushroom cap of his 
glans. 

The salty, half-bitter taste of the thick droplet spread in her mouth. It 
soaked into her oral tissues, mingling with her saliva like smoke and boozy 
fumes mingling in the dark fog of a crowded club. She swallowed her saliva, 
then worked more up from under her tongue. She foamed it forward, bathing 
the tip of his prick. She slid her lips back and forth shyly, not knowing if 
it was the proper way to begin. 

She still hadn't felt that collar-like ridge at the back of the knob. She 
lubricated the satiny heat of the head with her lips, wondering how 
something so hard inside could be so soft outside. True, the head seemed 
almost spongy around the sides, but there was a bony-stiff center that ran 
all the way to the tip and kept her lips from compressing the end of the 
meaty morsel. She summoned more spit, then more again, until her mouth was 
full of foaming saliva. She slipped more of her mouth onto his knob and let 
the wetness of her mouth slide over the whole blunt end of his cock. 

Her lips squeezed gently, compressing the flare of his knob. That bony 
center didn't spread the way the knob itself did, and that was another item 
she'd have to think about. Later. 

She ran her tongue-tip along the underside of his prick-tip. There was a 
contrast of textures, the velvety feel of the head, the smoother shaft, and 
a little stringy cord right where the head narrowed like an arrow and headed 
toward the slit at the tip. She sampled the contrasts, marveling at the 
porous feel of the head itself and the slicker touch of the neck of his 
prick. A flutter of gushy heat hit her pussy when she imagined feeling that 
broad, warm shape parting her pussylips. She oozed more juice, and Suzy felt 
it sticking her pussy-hairs to the tops of her thighs. 

She wished Tom would touch her pussy again. The cool night air chilled her 
cuntal cream almost as soon as it rolled from the little slit of her 
cunthole. She hummed low in her throat, hoping he'd get the message, and her 
sphincters shrank tight against the erotic chill of her spreading cream. 

"MMMhmmm," Tom sighed, "more, Suzy, more!" His prick moved further into her 
mouth then pulled back in a slow, soft cycle of motion. The glans pressed 
against her ovaled lips, not forcing, but reminding her that he wanted his 
prick further into her mouth. 

Suzy took her left hand off his balls. She remembered the hairy look of 
Gary's ass and was surprised to feel the smoothness of Tom's skin. She 
slipped her fingers around his thigh and her hand on his buttock. More 
warmth grew at the mouth of her pussy. Suzy took the rest of his knob into 
her mouth. 

It was exciting in a strange, lewd way that she'd never experienced before. 
Her pussy seemed to want more. . . more of something, but she didn't know 
what. His prick still felt way too big for her pussy-mouth, but the velvety 
feel of his knob against her lips made her wish it could fit into her 
vagina. Her tongue moved without her thinking about it. 

Suzy wanted to do something that would scratch the tingly itch in her pussy. 
She opened her jaw wide, keeping her lips pressed against the narrowed neck 
of his prick. She wrapped her tongue around the broad blunt knob, sliding, 
slithering, soaking spit and heat into the velvety mass of his glans. 

It felt good, Suzy ran the tip of her tongue across the slit of his urethra, 
then wiggled into the tiny hole. She heard Tom gasp. His prick started to 
pull out of her mouth. A throb of tension ran along the shaft, pulsing 
against her fingers, her lips, then her tongue. She stopped. 

The outward draw against her lips ceased. Suzy slid her tongue down the 
slippery line of his prick, pressing her lower lip out of the way. She 
curled the tip of her tongue upward. She drew her tongue back into her mouth 
and the head of Tom's prick followed. It slid a half-inch deeper than it had 
been before. 

The warm, meaty presence of his knob in her mouth reassured her, thought 
Suzy wasn't sure it should. She held him still with her fist and slipped her 
lips further along the shaft. The stored-up saliva in her mouth trickled 
past her lip and wet his prick skin. It trailed all the way to her fist and 
flowed over her fingers. Suzy moved her hand up and down, stroking the wet 
heat of her saliva into the skin of his cock. 

The wide flare at the edge of his knob touched her palate. Suzy slipped her 
tongue down one side of the thick rod, then underneath and back up the other 
side. The little indent under the glans seemed to be perfect for licking, 
rolling touches, as if it were made exactly for a tongue tip to caress. She 
pulled back a fraction and rolled the very tip of her tongue around the 
sensitive zone. She paid special attention to the little stringy part under 
the front of his knob, sliding her taste buds along it, and Tom shivered. 

He moved his hips sideways, exposing the underside of his glans to her lewd 
licking. He moved back, then forward again, urging, encouraging, hoping 
she'd get the message. 

But Suzy was getting plenty of messages from her own taut little body. Her 
nipples ached for him to touch them. Her pussy felt hollow and hungry as a 
cave, hot and wet as a steam bath. She lavished more erogenous care on his 
knob, gathering her feet under her, then slowly rising until she was bent 
over, half at the knees, half at the waist. Her ass poked out, weaving from 
side to side in the dimness. 

Tommy looked down at the girl whose lips were glued to his prick. The wide, 
luscious curves of her ass looked even better now that her mouth was working 
up and down his prick. He reached for the pale, voluptuous moons of Suzy's 
ass. He covered one round mound with each hand and started kneading them, 
molding the firm flesh into sculptures of delightful lewdness. 

Tom was in ecstasy. The lips around his prick were infinitely better than 
anything he'd ever felt. The tongue work that slathered saliva all around 
his knob managed to find every erotic nerve and thrill across the end of it. 
He stroked back and forth, rocking his hips easily, and his cockhead swelled 
up with sensation. Even the ridge of hard meat behind between his asshole 
and his balls seemed to feel the lascivious slither of her tongue, the lusty 
wetness of her mouth. 

He explored the wide flare of her ass with his hands. The crevice between 
the cheeks was barely wider than his thumb, flattened and spread by the way 
she bent over to suck his hard prick. Her thighs were open as far as her 
pants would allow, and the luxurious line of her thighs made her hips look 
even hotter and better than they had when he'd stared at her standing body. 
Tom slipped one hand down the goose pimpled trough between her asscheeks. He 
touched the fat little slices of her cuntlips and gasped with surprise. He 
found the slot where the thick, oily cream bubbled out and slipped his 
fingertip into the hole. 

Suzy sucked voraciously, literally trying to swallow his prick. The sudden 
touch on and in her cunt-mouth made her lips and tongue go berserk on his 
prick. She stroked the shaft even faster. Suzy whirled her tongue around the 
swelling width of his glans. Her head bobbed back and forth, increasing the 
length of the unceasing strokes. She hollowed her cheeks and whipped 
sensation into his prick. 

And her pussy worked around his fingertip as squishily as her mouth worked 
on his cock. Her titties swayed with every motion of her head or her hips. 
She wanted to feel his hands on her ass, her pussy, her tits, all at once 
but she knew it was impossible. 

And she wanted more impossible. Suzy wanted to suck his prick in until she 
could feel the head reach all the way to her pussy. The sensuality in his 
fingers could, maybe, reach far enough into her twat to meet the feeling 
from his prick in her mouth. There was a lewd, lascivious connection between 
the feelings in her mouth and the feelings in her cunt. Suzy wanted to work 
herself and Tom up until the feelings met right at the hungry center of her 
belly. She wanted the connection to tighten. The feelings flowed back and 
forth, reinforcing each other, the cock growing bigger and tastier as her 
cunt got hotter and tighter. 

Suzy put her heart into the cocksucking. She hollowed her cheeks on the 
out-strokes, then ran her tongue in carnivorous circles when she felt his 
prickhead start plunging in again. The head was swelling bigger. Suzy lashed 
her tongue across Tom's come-slit again and heard him moan. 

She growled around the meaty shaft. The finger in her crotch tensed when she 
hit his come tube. Suzy pulled her ass down, curling away from the wiggling 
finger in her cunt." She waited for him to start wiggling his hand deeper 
into her slot again, moving her hips in a taut little circle. She flexed her 
asscheeks against his wrist, then flicked her tongue into the slit at the 
end of his prick again. 

His finger dug into her cuntwalls, forcing juice to squirt out around it. A 
gusher of cunt juice flooded down her thighs. The whole triangular nest of 
her muff was sopping. Suzy tightened her hand on Tom's ass and drew him into 
her mouth. 

The luxurious eroticism of feeling his lips sliding on his spit-coated shaft 
faded away. Now Tom was fucking his cock back and forth in her mouth, 
shoving it against her palate and sliding deeper. Suzy sucked furiously, 
swallowing the excess saliva that squished so wetly around his knob. Her 
tongue rippled along the underside of his dick, urging him to ram it in 
again. When he did more, her hands forced his prick further into her mouth 
than it had been before. 

The ring of muscle at the top of her throat spasmed on his knob. Suzy 
controlled the urge to gag. She sucked voraciously when he pulled back 
again. Her lips slid rightly along his cockshaft. Her fist clamped hard on 
the sweating base of his prick. She jacked at his meat, pushing the loose 
skin up toward her mouth, then stretching it drumhead-tight again. 

Tom separated his fingers. One digit dug into her cuntwalls. One forked up 
one side of her cunny, and two forked up the other side. His thumb dug into 
the softness around the tense tendon at the inside of her thigh. 

Suzy gasped at the feeling, her nostrils flaring wide. She smelled the odor 
of his balls and still tasted the thick, oily flavor of that drop of cock 
lube. Her spittle coated the, whole length of his cock, even gathering in 
his bush before dripping off his balls. It greased the slide of her fist on 
his shaft, making the whole unit more sensitive. Suzy could feel the size 
and shape of every bony ridge of maleness inside the tower of meat, and 
every one of the bumps and circles seemed perfect to fit into her tiny, 
drooling cunt. 

She moaned and hummed, stopping her incessant noises only long enough to 
inhale again. She sensed the vibrations in his prick, and hummed louder. 

The buzz of her cock-muffled voice made his prickhead swell larger, grow 
stiffer. Where it had been spongy and soft, it was rock-hard, as insistent 
as the feeling in her cunt. Suzy kept a choking grip on the shaft and milked 
madly at it. 

Her rabid suction was working. Suzy's fist helped. She felt the tension in 
his cock, in his fingers, even in the wet hand that forced her face against 
his reeking crotch. She jacked at his shaft until the elongated sac let his 
balls slap against her thumb. Her fingernails dug into his ass, all but 
breaking on the rock-hard muscles under his sweaty skin. 

The whirling, wound-up, dizzying tension in her loins was gathering force. 
Suzy panted. Her ass churned lustily. The finger in her cunthole was stiff, 
stiff as Tom's cock, stiffened by the same oncoming explosion that would 
soon come. The fingertip froze, still as a stone statue, and her cuntwalls 
went into frenzy around it. 

Suzy gobbled and licked at his cock. Her tongue flashed all over his knob. 
She whipped her taste buds against his ridge, across the slit, everywhere. 
The flat back of the cockhead was oiled with her spittle. The heavy taste of 
his drizzling pre-come had soaked into every cell of her mouth, suffusing 
into her tongue, her palate, her tonsils. Even her gulping throat was coated 
with the oozing slime from his knob. 

She felt a tremor in his shaft, first with fist, then with her lips. Suzy 
took her hand away from his meat. She sucked his knob in until it touched 
her throat. She turned her head from side to side. The back of her mouth 
massaged his cockhead. She put both hands on his ass. 

She was insane with need for the peak that was building up in her pussy. She 
held her shoulders still but her ass rolled and bucked faster with every 
sucking second. Her mouth worked furiously at his prick. The thin thread of 
nerves running from her mouth to her cunt enlarged. A cable of tension ran 
from her mouth to her cunt, flashing heat to every part of her body. Her 
tongue begged with his prick, and Suzy felt it start. 

Her pussy imploded around Tom's finger. She felt the glorious release of 
tension spread outward from her cunt. Immediately, the first gob of jizz 
spouted against the back of her throat. 

She gulped for real now. She tasted the thick, half-bitter flavor of the 
mass of come. Her cunt went off again. A second blast of jism jetted into 
her mouth, even larger than the first wad had been. Suzy guzzled faster. 

The increasing heat in her cunt spun her higher. Suzy gobbled cockcream as 
quickly as she could. Drops squirted from the corners of her mouth. She 
pushed her forehead against his belly. The knob of his prick went halfway 
down her throat. 

Suzy was in heaven. She tasted the heavy male flavor of his come and felt 
the thrusting vigor of his rampaging prick pounding against the back of her 
throat. His finger stabbed further into her convulsing cunt with every 
bucking jolt of his seed. 

Tommy started to straighten from his position. He'd been bent over her back, 
and Suzy rose with him. Her ass moved higher, her legs straightened. Her 
clasping, clenching cuntwalls weren't done with his fingers yet. She grabbed 
his asscheeks tighter and sucked harder and the jets of his spunk slowed to 
trickles. 

She was disappointed. It had seemed to take longer for Gary to finish with 
Kathy. She swiveled her ass lustily, hoping to persuade him to shoot more of 
that puckery-tasting, gunky stuff into her mouth. It was thick and stringy, 
not all that pleasant, but a little glow in her belly told her that she 
would learn to like it. The rippling spasms of her come started to taper off 
when she couldn't get any more juice out of his knob. 

Suzy sighed. She licked at his cockhead, keeping the knob wrapped in her 
lips. She tried to clean the last of his semen from his come slit with the 
tip of her tongue. Tom shuddered. He pulled out of her mouth. 

Even as she watched, the glossy, spit-covered wand started to fall down from 
its saber-like jut. Suzy stood unsteadily. 

"Ummm, I liked that," she said softly. She put her naked belly against the 
length of Tom West. She hugged him. "I never did that before." 

"You're good at it," Tom told her. He hugged her quickly, then stepped away. 
"I gotta get dressed. They expect me home." 

"Oh." Suzy was disappointed. The slow relaxation of her vagina told her she 
was ready for more again ... and maybe this time it wouldn't be just 
fingers. "We could stay here longer . . . nobody's going to come by." 

Tom looked wistfully at her titties, at the wet triangle of her cunt-hair, 
at the slender curve of her waist. "I don't think so, Suzy. I'd like to, 
but. . ." his voice trailed off wistfully. 

Suzy didn't give up. "Look, I'm already late, and I don't care." She swayed 
toward him as sensuously as she could, feeling her breasts rolling lewdly on 
her chest. She held her arms out invitingly. "Kiss me, Tom-Tommy recoiled. 
"Ugh! With your mouth full of jizz?" He stepped back, all but falling on his 
ass as his pants caught his ankles. "No way, Jose!" He grabbed his pants and 
turned around, buttoning up. He didn't look back as he started for the edge 
of the park, and home. 

Suzy watched the streetlight outline his gangly body. Shit, she thought. 
Ohhh, I'm in big trouble... and I really blew my chances to join the 
Jesters. 

Yeah, that's right. Shit! 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

I don't know . . . I really don't know! Will he tell on me or not? If he 
thought Id tell, I'm sure he'd stay quiet about my sucking his . . . his 
cock, but. . . 

But it's not just Tom I have to worry about. If Gary tells his brothers . . 
. 

How can I stop Gary? He couldn't have helped recognizing me. I don't think 
Kathy would tell... 

Would she? Damn, damn, damn! I'm really over my head now . . . at least 
lip-deep in it! Suzy bustled homeward, her breasts jiggling under her 
sweatshirt, her firm buttocks bouncing with each hurried step. She gave Mr. 
Dovel's storefront a quick glance on the way by and her pretty mouth turned 
down at the corners. He's such a bastard. . . I wish they really would rob 
him. A car turned the corner and its headlights reflected off the windows, 
nearly blinding her dark-adjusted eyes. Yes! 

Suzy stopped dead. The car continued on its way and the interior of the 
store showed again. 

"Yes, yes, yes!" Suzy stood at the northwest corner of the intersection for 
thirty seconds, looking from Dovel's store to the streetlight, from the 
streetlight to the sky behind her. 

"Sunday morning." Suzy tucked her head down and her elbows in. She jogged 
toward home, thinking, They'll have to ask me to join now! 

But Sunday morning wasn't coming soon enough. Suzy had to shut the Weasel up 
for Friday and Saturday, and that might not be easy. Her stomach was knotted 
with tension when she walked up to him before class Friday morning, and the 
whoops and cracks from the other Junior Jesters didn't make her feel any 
better. 

"Hey, Weasel, she's hittin' on you," David crowed. "Suzy, I didn't know you 
was blind!" 

"She gotta be blind... she ain't stupid," Coyote said. 

Suzy blushed from her collar to her scalp. She grabbed Tom's elbow and tried 
to steer him away more quickly, but the gangly boy didn't move well at the 
best of times. Trying to think up a putdown for Coyote or David, Tom only 
managed to tangle his feet. 

"Look out for the mad whacker!" Eddie Wiggins shouted as Suzy and Tom 
rounded the corner of the science building. 

Suzy felt her stomach unknot. At least Gary hasn't said anything. . . if he 
had, Eddie and Jimmy would be all over me, instead of getting on Tom. 

She didn't give Tom a chance to speak. "If you say anything to anybody about 
last night, I'll tell all the Jokers and the JJ's what I caught you doing." 

"I wasn't gonna tell." Tom moved back against the beige-stucco wall, then 
edged forward a few inches. He looked over Suzy's shoulders. "That was awful 
good." His jug-handle ears reddened. Tom nervously brushed a lank strand of 
hair back from his forehead. "I was wonderin', maybe we could . . ." He 
blinked. His lips moved, but no sound came out. 

The fear-tension in her belly was gone, but a new, tingly feeling started. 
Suzy took a deep breath and pulled her shoulders back. Her breasts jutted 
forward, the pink nipples showing blatantly through her loose blouse. "Yes? 
We could what?" 

Tom's eyes flicked to her titties, then to her face. "Uhh, y'know, like last 
night." He looked for an instant as if he were going to grab her, but her 
presence in the bright daylight was too much for him. He shrank back against 
the wall, waiting hopefully. 

His shyness told her more than just that Tom was horny and didn't know how 
to act. Suzy knew that Tom's sister hadn't said anything. Suzy had the power 
now, for certain. Maybe Kathy hadn't recognized her at all . . . in any 
case, Kathy hadn't told. "Well, whaddya think?" 

Suzy was grinning at him, bright-eyed. She came back to the present and her 
smile softened. She raised one finger to her lips and sucked it lewdly in. 
The finger came out of her mouth and her tongue followed. "Do you think I 
could join the Junior Jesters?" 

The little pantomime with her fingertip had made Tom's balls ache like 
hammered thumbs. He would have said anything. "Uhh, we never talked about 
havin' girls in the club. Besides, I think the TNT's want to ask you next 
month." His eyes fell to her breasts. "But I could talk to them about it." 

"Okay," Suzy purred. "Meet me in the canyon by the picnic grounds after 
school. I'll be thinking about what you and I could do." She gave the Weasel 
a dazzling smile and turned away. 

Talking with him and thinking of the taste and textures of his prick in her 
mouth had made her pussy lusciously warm and juicy. Suzy noticed how the 
crotch seam of her pants pressed tightly against the center of her pussy. 
She threw an extra sway into her walk, imagining the bug-eyed look on Tom 
West's face as she slithered away. 

The picnic area at the edge of the park was over three blocks long, but 
scarcely sixty yards wide. The eucalyptus grove Suzy wandered in was at the 
north end, and the west side was rimmed with shrubs above the edge of the 
canyon. 

Foxes lived down there, and rabbits, and now and then a few quail would give 
a "peep-peep-peep" and run out from under a bush. Suzy's parents had given 
her strict instructions to stay out of the canyon, but none of the 
neighborhood kids had ever seen any adult anywhere near the places where 
they loved to play hide-and-seek. 

Oh, the children could look up from either end of the canyon and see the 
roofs or the second floor windows of houses but that never bothered anyone. 
The long arc of the canyon ran from beyond the eucalyptus grove, under the 
narrow bridge of the park road, and south, crossing the path Suzy sometimes 
took to school. Halfway up the east face of the dip there was a view toward 
downtown, and the west edge showed the rows and rows of houses, but the 
center of the arc was beautifully isolated from the sights and sounds and 
even the scents of the city. There were warrens of little paths beside 
shrubs, streaks of bare dirt that skirted trees and went into the middle of 
thickets, trails even too small for children's feet. The ground, where it 
could be seen, was reddish-brown and full of pebbles, but fallen leaves and 
wind-broken branches covered the dirt almost everywhere. The city never 
bothered to water the area, so silver and brown and fresh-fallen green 
leaves made a thick crisp carpet all along the walls and floor of the 
canyon. 

It was quiet there, with seldom anything louder than the whisper of a car 
across the bridge to intrude on the forest-y sounds. The sunlight always 
seemed warmer there, more intimate, as it filtered through the crowns of 
hundred-foot trees and fell in palm-sized dots of heat and light. 

And the smell of the air was different, too, different than the smoggy 
stench of exhaust along the sidewalks above. The picnic area smelled damp 
and green, sprinkled and mowed. At night, Suzy could almost tell by sniffing 
if the grass were due for watering up there, but the canyon always held the 
musty, comfortable scent of quietly decaying leaves and the crisp medicinal 
scent of the eucalyptus. Sometimes after a rain, some small native plant 
would flower, but the tall eucalyptus always overpowered any scent the 
blossom might have. 

Suzy leaned back on her elbows on the eastern slope of the canyon, waiting. 
A scrubby, ball-shaped bush grew next to her. Sunlight fell on her face. Her 
trouser legs were in shadow and the white linen of her blouse barely showed 
against the silver and tan of fallen leaves on the hillside. She could see 
the approaches from school as she waited. Suzy knew she was almost 
invisible. She felt warm, secure, and pleased with herself. 

It could have been the forbiddenness of the canyon, or the rare pleasure of 
solitary lounging there that made her heart beat a little faster than usual. 
The other kids came there in threes and fours and half-dozens to play, but" 
this time Suzy was alone, waiting for Tom. Her skin felt prickly, as if it 
were a little too small, a fraction too tight on her body. She raised her 
hands to her breasts and squeezed the firm mounds. 

Her nipples throbbed when the internal pressure increased. She had her plan 
for Mr. Dovel's grocery in mind, but the thought of Tom and his thick, 
strong penis all but drove the scheme from her plans. She thought again of 
watching Kathy and Gary. 

She'd thought of watching them all day. Suzy had wondered and imagined and 
daydreamed about the two lewd acts she'd seen until she was able to combine 
them. Now, instead of the harsh silver-blue of the streetlight, she could 
picture how red and wet Kathy's cunt would have looked if Gary had eaten it 
in daylight. She'd thought about it incessantly, moving her viewpoint around 
the couple. Suzy had a whole movie of fucking and cunt-eating rolling in her 
mind, made up from two peeks and two full days of thinking about what she'd 
seen. She was almost at the point of imagining how Gary's tongue and cock 
and fingers would feel on her own pussy when she saw Tom coming up the 
middle of the canyon. 

Tom's hair was brown, straight, cut too short on the sides for the length of 
the top, but a fifteen-year-old doesn't have much to say about hairstyles 
with a hard-nosed, hard-drinking, hard-assed chief petty officer for a 
father. Tom was nearly six feet tall, and he still moved as if the last foot 
of growth had come just the day before. He was looking around as if he 
didn't believe Suzy would be there. He stopped every two or three or four 
paces and raised his head, ready to call out, but the chance of seeming 
foolish-with or without an audience-stopped him from shouting. 

Suzy stifled a giggle. She could see her own fear of embarrassment reflected 
in Tom's actions, in the way he tried to look unobtrusively around, the way 
he sneaked glances and double-takes at the scattered clumps of bushes, but 
feeling empathy for him would have made her sad. The little girl scorned 
shut off the part of herself that seemed so girlish, so sentimental, and 
ducked behind the beach-ball-shaped bush. Suzy had quit crying at sad clowns 
when she'd noticed everyone around her trying hard to laugh. She'd deserted 
innocence enough to know a shocked laugh is easier to get or give than a 
sympathetic touch. 

Suzy peeked out again. Tom was closer now, fifteen feet below and a hundred 
feet south of her hiding place. A shiver flashed along her spine. Her 
sphincters tightened as she thought, I'll flash him out. He's thinking I'm 
not here, that he was just lucky or I was feeling crazy or something. Now 
he'll really think I'm nutso . . . and if I'm whacko enough, the JJ's will 
want me and the TNT's won't! 

She peeled her scoop neck blouse over her head and stuffed it into her 
notebook binder. The flimsy little bra she'd "borrowed" from her mother was 
hardly enough to blur the outlines of her nipples, but she tugged the front 
closure open and shrugged out of it. Her pink nipples tightened, sending the 
points out a full inch. Even the bell-like aureoles tightened with 
excitement, standing higher, turning darker as blood rushed to them and 
stayed, caught by her constricting veins. 

Suzy peeked again. She started a grab for her sneakers, but the sticks and 
pebbles in the canyon bottom made her think again. She scooted a foot 
further up the hill, keeping the bush between her and disappointed-looking 
Tom West. A breathy little giggle escaped as she unbuttoned her pants and 
wriggled out of them. Her thumbs hooked into the elastic of her panties 
(pale green panties today, and very skimpy) to drag them down with her 
jeans. Her skin was glowing pale pink with excitement, and fields of goose 
pimples sprang up while she stayed curled in the shadows of the bush. It was 
a struggle, but she got her pants off over her shoes and wadded them into a 
ball. Suzy stuffed the whole mass, pants, blouse, bra and books, under her 
arm and looked through the leaves at Tom. 

He'd given up. He was muttering sourly to himself, his mouth twisted in 
disgust. His prominent Adam's-apple bulged and bobbed as he kicked an 
egg-sized rock partway up the west side of the canyon and watched it roll 
down again. Leaves rattled and the rock started a little slide of smaller 
stones rolling, rustling, clicking against each other. He was almost 
directly below Suzy now, close enough for her to hear his pissed-off 
whisper. "Bitch! Goddamn cock teasin' bitch! She prob'ly told all the guys, 
and the TNT's too-" He stooped down to pick up the stone again and Suzy 
missed the rest. 

But she could guess Maybe I won't let him catch me after all! She waited for 
him to cock his arm. 

Tom's foot went out. He wound up like a pitcher, touching the rock to the 
books in his left hand, and threw. 

Suzy sprinted down the hill as his foot cracked down on a dry branch. Tom 
grunted on his follow-through. She was halfway to him when the rock thonked 
against a tree. Leaves rattled as the rock bounced down. Suzy took a 
deer-like leap to the floor of the canyon, slapped Tom on the shoulder, and 
sprinted back the way he'd come. 

He'd spun around at the touch, ready to fight. That slap on the back had to 
be one of the gang making a fool of him again. 

Her pale skin and paler asscheeks flashed in the sunlight, then dimmed in 
the shadows. She ran in long, bouncing strides, extending her naked legs and 
flying over downed tree trunks and patches of stones. Her pink-tipped 
titties giggled when she touched the ground, then rose and floated free on 
her chest when she sprang through the air. Suzy's black hair streamed out 
behind her like a comet's tail, trailing back like her laughter toward Tom. 

But it wasn't, and the half-droop of his eager prick jolted to full erection 
before he'd taken three steps after Suzy. Tom dropped his books and charged 
after her, wanting more to keep that deliriously lewd vision in sight than 
to catch her. His feet hit heavily on the stony bottom of the canyon, 
jarring his eyesight, but Tom poured on the steam and charged after Suzy. 
The squeal of her laugh was as much a challenge as her nakedness was an 
invitation. He ran after nude Suzy as if his life depended on catching her. 

Her hips twisted with her long strides, emphasizing the slimness of her 
waist. Her ass rolled and flexed, the firm delights of the muscles outlining 
themselves and relaxing again. A little tuft of black pussy-hair showed at 
the base of her ass cleft, flagging Tom on like a rabbit's tail draws a 
greyhound. 

Not that Suzy could run like a bunny. She was so pleased with herself, so 
happy about being chased, that she couldn't resist looking back again and 
again. She started up the hill to dodge a thicket of bushes. She was almost 
out of breath from laughing. 

Tom cut the corner of her arc, gaining ground. He locked his eyes to her 
perkily bouncing, jouncing, jiggling titties when she turned in profile. He 
galloped after her, taking the shortest course toward wherever Suzy was at 
any moment. He didn't worry about his big clumsy feet for once, and the 
found their own way without slipping or stumbling. He was beyond Zen archery 
and Zen tennis-Tom was smack in the middle of Zen cunt chasing. 

Suzy squealed again, seeing him halve the distance between them. She cut 
down the hill, dodging past the thicket, and squatted down. She scurried 
under a branch, pushed it back with her wad of clothes and books, and 
squirmed into the surprisingly open center of the copse. She was on all 
fours, wondering whether to go out the other side or leap the smallest bush 
and run, when Tom reached in and grabbed her ankle. 

Suzy collapsed, rolling onto her back and giggling like the loser in a 
tickling match. "Oh-oh-oh," she gasped. "Oh, you were so sure you couldn't 
find me!" She let go of her clothes and books. Suzy drew one thigh up, coyly 
hiding her pussy, and hugged her titties. She giggled again, more quietly. 

Tom knelt over her, puffing and staring. He drank in her half-concealed 
breasts, the pale soft pink of her skin, her lovely flushed face. "What'd 
you do that for? Why were you hiding?" He tried to glare but the hungry look 
on his face and the itchy motions of his hands ruined the effect. 

"Aren't guys always supposed to do the chasing?" Suzy straightened one leg 
but kept the other thigh across her loins. Her left arm stayed over her 
breasts, her right hand splayed out on the ground. She dug her fingers into 
the crackly leaves and squeezed a fistful. Her expression changed from merry 
to sober. "You didn't tell anybody you were meeting me here, did you?" 

"Hunh-uh." Tom touched her raised knee. "Nobody. I. . . didn't think you 
wanted, y'know, the other guys to know." He looked at her closely, then 
smiled. "And I didn't want them to know." 

His look and the smile made a little glow of warmth start in Suzy's chest, a 
glow that made the shivery feeling deep in her belly stronger. "Good." She 
started to move her arm away from her breasts, then covered her nipples 
again. 

"And you didn't tell them about last night?" 

"I wouldn't. Even if I did, they wouldn't believe me." 

Suzy bared her breasts. Her raised leg slid slowly down. The narrow strip of 
fuzzy black curls on her labia became visible, then the pouty edges of her 
labia and the almost invisible hairs at the sides of her love mound. She 
kept her eyes on Tom's face, not realizing she was testing him until he'd 
already passed by keeping his eyes on hers. She wet her lips. The sunlight 
on the glossy leaves behind Tom's head seemed awfully bright. She 
half-closed her eyes. Suzy knew her voice sounded tense and quivery as she 
asked, "Would you like to kiss me?" 

Tommy didn't answer. He leaned forward, his eyes closing, and put his lips 
against hers. The first tiny contact seemed to draw the moist, gluey-soft 
surfaces of Suzy's lips up against him. 

Her arms circled around Tom's neck. Suzy pulled him closer, lying perfectly 
still as his shirt and chest touched her titties and pressed the firm cones 
into flatter circles of warmth. The internal pressure forced her nipples up 
at him. They were all but hard enough to drill right through the cloth of 
his shirt, and one stiff inch of titty-point slipped between two of his 
ribs. 

The sudden increase of sensuality in her skin made Suzy's brain buzz. She 
felt the warmth of Tom's body through his shirt, and the rib-touching nipple 
drew in sensation from both sides of the point as well as the blunt tip. Her 
lips opened under his and Suzy drew his breath into her mouth. She could 
taste him. Her tongue touched his teeth. 

Then his tongue was in her mouth. Her tongue slipped past the meaty, 
muscular wedge and slipped across his palate. Suzy felt the little ridges on 
the roof of Tom's mouth and a dam of repression and loneliness burst in her 
mind. The ridges were a mirror image of her own palate. Suzy felt her 
hungers flowing, pouring, flooding toward him. Her hands went from his 
shoulders to the sides of his head. She twisted her mouth on his. 

It was like alcohol and water melting, merging, dissolving in each other. 
Tom's tongue slid around in her mouth, past hers, against hers, back again. 
Suzy's whole body melted, becoming as warm and open and ready for him as her 
mouth was. Only the notion of his lips and tongue against her mouth defined 
any boundary at all. His tongue plunged as his cock had, but his cock had 
been separate from her mouth. This deep, saliva-drenched kiss made her 
tissues melt into his, flowing as smoothly as and brightly as molten silver. 

She knew she was sucking at his tongue and he was sucking at hers, but Suzy 
couldn't divide the two sensations. There was a linkage between them, a 
connection that touched deeper than the much longer penetration of his cock 
between her lips had done. Her pussy was just as wet, just as open, and Suzy 
realized that she wanted him inside her. 

His hand went to her breast. Suzy sighed. Her titty rose and fell. She 
arched her back, presenting her breast like an offering to him. His thumb 
found the hard nugget of her nipple and pressed it down into the flesh of 
her titty. 

A ribbon of simmering heat rolled from the stiff little point to her pussy. 
Soft, oily juice rolled from the mouth of her vagina, bubbling up like cream 
rising through fresh milk. The trickling juice wet her loins from the top of 
her pussy crease to her rectum. Suzy's hips rose and fell in a slow, even 
motion that matched the speed and depth of their meshing tongues. 

She twisted her head. Lips slid on lips. Tom's tongue moved in her mouth. 
The slippery underside, then the tiny bumps of the top slid under her 
tongue. Their mouths wrestled like eels, probing, twisting, exploring the 
sides and front and slick smoothness of each other. 

Tom broke away, gasping for air. His breath had been warming her cheekbone, 
but now he panted. He raised his torso. His hand covered the whole firm cone 
of her titty. The point of her nipple poked up between his thumb and 
forefinger, and a flare of heat went off in the middle of her belly when he 
squeezed. 

Suzy stared up at his face. His eyes were questioning. She nodded, biting 
her lower lip. Suzy ran her hand up his blue jean covered thigh to a long, 
hard lump. She wasn't even tempted to look. The ecstatic closing of Tom's 
eyes was enough for her to see. 

"Yes, Tommy, yes," she whispered. "Please, quickly?" Her body tightened up. 
It wasn't fear-Suzy regretted that Tom had to take his hands off her body 
even long enough to undress. 

His fingers went to the front of his shirt. "No, hurry," she hissed. "I want 
you." 

Her voice seemed to echo in her ears. Suzy couldn't quite believe she was 
saying the words she heard. She did want him though, every bit of him, and 
she hoped it showed as much in her face as in her voice. 

Tommy forgot about his shirt. The popping sound of his fly buttons was loud 
in the little clearing, because of the silence around them. The wind rattled 
leaves above them, sounding like seeds in a gourd. He skinned his pants down 
to his knees. 

Suzy opened her legs, pulling her knees up. The drizzly wet center of her 
pussy chilled, tightening for a second, when the cream dried in the air. 

The quick chill didn't stop the heat of her arousal. Suzy's whole pelvis 
felt molten hot. Her insides were like thick soup, all set to dribble from 
the virginal little slit at the base of her pussy. 

Tom moved over her leg. He knelt between her thighs. His right hand went to 
his prick. His left hand touched the swampy middle of her pussy. 

Suzy gasped at the touch. The first contact of his fingers on her labia sent 
a rocket of excitement to her brain. Her hips rolled forward and up in a 
reflexive coital motion. Her head turned to the side and her eyes closed. 
The sensation was almost too much to stand. Tommy stopped when she reacted 
so strongly. "I'm sorry." 

"No, it doesn't hurt. Take me! Please, please, Tommy, put it into me!" Suzy 
moved her hands across the sweating smoothness of her lower belly and spread 
herself open for him. Her fingertips dented the puffy heat of her outer 
labia. She pulled and separated them, baring the moist inner petals. The 
chill reached the hot little button of her clitty. "Ohhh, Tommy!" 

He leaned forward. His fingertips slid around the front edge of her 
pussy-mouth, spreading the bubbly-warm grease onto her inner lips. 

Suzy willed her cuntal muscle to stay open, to relax against the chill. She 
shoved the fear of his prick out of her mind. If Kathy's pussy could stretch 
enough to take one of those, so could Suzy's. 

Dry spongy heat touched her vagina. Her juices flooded over the tip and it 
wasn't dry anymore. Tom pushed and the broad blunt thing wasn't spongy 
anymore. There was bone-hard, steel-stiff strength to his prick. Suzy pushed 
her knees open further. She pulled at her pussy lips. Her pelvis came 
forward. 

Her pussy hurt. She was stretching wide . .. Tommy's prick was pulling her 
apart. Her knees closed in a fraction, trying to protect the open vulnerable 
center of her pussy. 

She fought the stretching pain. Suzy bit her lower lip. She moved her hips 
in a little circle, shifting the pressure from dead center to the rim of her 
cunthole. 

That eased it. She let herself draw breath again. Suzy moved her hips a 
little further. The motion seemed to spread her cunt cream around his knob. 

Yes, he was already getting slippery with her juice. Suzy hummed her 
pleasure. She felt the strange satiny texture of his glans against the 
sensitive flesh at the mouth of her vagina. More and more of his knob fit 
into her pussy. Suzy found herself forgetting the pain. 

"Yesss," she whispered. "Ohh, yesss, Tommy!" He was circling too. Suzy could 
feel the ridge around his cockhead sliding lasciviously against her inner 
labia. He moved further, she responded, and Suzy felt the knob compress. 

There it was. The wide flare of the ridge folded down tight against the taut 
ring of her cuntal muscle. All of the head was into her pussy now, all of it 
was slick and warm. His whole glans was barely more than a tiny shield, 
compressed over the hard strength of the shaft. Suzy pulled her hips back a 
fraction and moved forward again. 

In perfect time with Tom's motion. Her eyes opened wide. Her mouth opened in 
a silent gasp and she went stiff all over. The pain was back, worse. 

And different. Something inside wouldn't let him move further. Suzy felt the 
rubbery membrane of her cherry resisting his prick. She tried to circle 
again, but her hymen tugged at the whole lower portion of her cuntal 
channel. It felt like her inner labia would turn inside out, drag right into 
her cunthole and tear loose. Suzy let go of her pussylips and pushed the 
backs of her hands against Tom's sweating belly. 

But his cock was taking over. His rock-hard balls were hot enough for the 
sac to stretch to full length. The sensitive skin of his scrotum dangled 
right against the smooth curves of her asscheeks and Tommy couldn't resist 
giving a good shove into the tight meaty heat that had wrapped around his 
cockhead. 

His cock bent. It hurt like holy hell. He tried to back off, but he was too 
slow. With a rending stretching, tearing sensation, his prickhead tore into 
the tight ring of her cherry and split it. 

Suzy grunted. Her thighs clamped on his hips. She tried to push him off, 
away, out of her cradling loins. Suzy pulled back and a hot fluid gushed 
deep in her pussy. 

And just as suddenly, the lance of pain disappeared. Tom stopped short, his 
glans only halfway past the torn membrane. "Am I . . . did I hurt you? I 
didn't mean-" 

Suzy shook her head quickly. "No, no, I'm okay now." She slipped her hands 
out from under him and put them on his ass. With a lusty little motion, she 
pushed her pussy up at him and moaned. "Ahhh, there!" 

Tom felt the gushing warmth of some unknown, hotter fluid in her pussy. He 
slipped his meat a little deeper, then pulled back a little. 

It was super. It was as much better than being blown as a blow job was 
better than jacking off. No bones, no teeth, no shifting tongue . . . just 
the clinging walls of her wet-satin pussy and the smoothness of her thighs 
locked on his hips. Tom tried a lascivious rotation, levering his prick 
around in the fresh swampy heat of her cunt channel. He wanted to come right 
away. 

Suzy wanted to die from pleasure. The whole lower portion of her pussy 
sleeve was full of Tom's prick. Her labia were stretched out deliriously, 
free of the clamped-in tightness of her cherry. She opened her thighs 
further and felt the way her leg tendons helped open her vagina. Her pussy 
was wider, fuller, better than it had been around her fingertip. Suzy was 
delighted, she moved. Her cunt automatically milked at the thick meaty cock 
that had opened her. She pushed toward Tom's hips. His prick slid deeper, 
without resistance. She pulled back and her cuntlips clung to his shaft. 

Suzy couldn't feel the head of his prick any more but she didn't care about 
that. She could feel the hard oval taper of the shaft and the way it dragged 
her pussy-lips back and forth. Just that would have been enough, but there 
was also the hot, juicy slither of her inner labia against her clitty. The 
little spike was fully erect, as hard and as chillingly hot as her nipples, 
and it sent streamers of feeling from her pussy to her brain. 

Tom pushed deeper, slowly rolling around, stirring his prick further and 
further into her pussy. Suzy felt a vague pressure up inside, by the center 
of the hollow feeling that plagued her when she was horny. With a pleased 
little smile she realized that the empty, needful sensation had stopped. She 
was full of prick, opened up, and the feelings were getting better and 
better. 

Her hips were involved. The whole wide curve of her pelvis carried Tom, 
rocking, circling, moving back and forth to invite him all the way down onto 
her and all the way into her. Suzy moved one leg, then the other. 

Her asscheeks flexed and relaxed, tipping her cunny from side to side. Suzy 
felt the first touch of his scratchy pubic hairs against her belly. 

Her own hairs were touching her thighs, spread further than ever before by 
the massive stretching thickness of his prick, but Suzy's cunt-hairs were 
soft. Tom's cock bush felt as masculine as his prick. The hairs were coarse, 
scratchy, and they tickled sensation into the hairless little pad of flesh 
over her pubic bone. Suzy sucked her belly in, rolling her cunt up toward 
him, then let the hairs touch her again. 

Closer this time, deeper, the hairs at the base of his belly pushed right 
through the short soft curls on her labia. Suzy shuddered. There was too 
much excitement building up in her body. She didn't think she could feel 
more without going off. 

But Tommy pushed deeper again and his belly mashed her mons against her 
pelvis. Her labia mashed flat under his weight. His chest settled down on 
her titties. Her nipples were forced back into the throbbing mounds. Suzy 
felt her pussy-mouth tighten around the stem of his cock. 

The pressure against her labia pushed the slippery little slices onto her 
clitty. She moved, Tommy moved, and the little inner lips slickly kissed the 
sides of her clit. The energy in her belly leaped higher, like a welding 
torch popping from blue to white when the extra oxygen roars in. Suzy's 
mouth opened. She tried to tell Tom about it but her voice wouldn't work. He 
pulled back and thrust deep again, catapulting her cunt excitement higher 
yet. 

Tommy was in cock-heaven. The rolling, squirming, twisting girl under him 
was wrapped around his prick like a glove full of butter. The sweet massage 
of her cuntwalls on his prick rippled from the tip to the base. The tight 
ring of muscle at the mouth of her cunt was tight as a rubber ring around 
his shaft while the silky inner flesh stroked back and forth across the tip 
of his prick like a hundred tiny mouths. She was so hot, so clinging, so 
exquisitely juicy that his cockhead was a mass of bare nerves. 

The sheer pleasure of being sunk into her pussy-sleeve seemed to peel the 
skin right off his prick. His body tensed up from the overload of pleasure. 
He was stiff as a granite statue from his head to his heels. His chest felt 
broad and strong on the floating pillows of her tits, his hands seemed to 
melt into her shoulders, his hips rolled and flowed and sank into the cradle 
of her cuntal zone like an iron wedge sinking into simmering jelly. 

Suzy was high, hot, happy. She felt Tommy's body going stiffer above her, 
felt his strokes slowing. She was still meshed with him, totally linked. 
Their loins moved like oil-bathed gears, sliding, circling, slithering 
around and up and around and down. The whole center of her body was wrapped 
around him. Even his weight on her chest was glorious. 

The excitement inside her was growing like a weather balloon. Suzy swelled 
up with warmth and juicy slithering joy. She recognized the change in her 
feelings, but it was like recognizing a living voice she'd only heard on the 
telephone. She'd come before, for her own fingers and for Tommy's, but 
coming hadn't invaded every cell of her body. The sparkly, tingling, 
ready-to-go feeling was all over her, all through her. 

And the tension in Tommy was total, too. She'd felt his prick stiffen in her 
mouth and felt his asscheeks tense in her hands. Now she felt him going 
tight as a piano string all over. The rhythm of their fucking changed from 
just (just!) the lascivious pleasure of flesh-in-flesh. Suzy held her own 
orgasm off. She knew Tom was trying to hold back, too, trying to spin it out 
longer, trying to intensify the feelings raging and roaring along both sets 
of nerves. 

He pulled back a long way. Suzy arched her back. Only the head of his prick 
was in her pussy. She bore down, opening her cuntal muscle for the 
in-stroke. 

A long, fast thrust slammed them together. Their bellies slapped. The 
voluptuous squish of cuntjuice filled the clearing. 

Back again, both bodies drawing away from the stiff cock bar that linked 
them. Suzy looked at his face. She ached to tell him how godawful good it 
was for her. 

Tommy's face was red. Sweat greased his skin. His mouth was open. He nodded, 
jerking his head as if the motion were agony. 

Suzy bit her lip. He'd understood. Her hips started forward. 

Tommy started. He stopped halfway in. His eyes went wide. 

Suzy pulled back when he did. Her blood roared in her ears. With a last hard 
shove, her cunt flew up to meet his plunging prick. 

A blast of jumbled light flashed across her eyes. Suzy felt the powerful 
first wave of her orgasm gather force as it spread outward from her cunt. 
Every muscle in her body locked tight, then relaxed. 

Her pelvis jarred against his again. She knew with her guts that Tom was 
coming. Suzy let go. She threw herself into the shared ecstasy of orgasm. 

Again. Again. Again. The pulsed flooded through her in perfect time with the 
bucking thrusts of Tom's prick. He seemed to pierce her whole body, sending 
jolts of color and sound and taste and smell rocketing to her brain. Suzy 
didn't know if it was just his cock or if Tom's whole body was blasting into 
her. Her cuntwalls opened and closed around him. Her legs tightened and 
relaxed on his hips. Her hands dug long lines down his back. 

Suzy lost track of the fantastic collisions of their bodies. She was welded 
to him, touching, folding around him, milking his whole body. 

His motions slowed. The power of his pistoning thrusts slacked off. 

Suzy rolled on and on long after Tom lay still above her orgasmic body. She 
knew he'd stopped, but she couldn't stop herself. 

It seemed to go on forever. 

Suzy didn't mind at all. 

Becoming quite aroused herself, she bent down and began to lick Ed's ass. 
This gave his lust an added boost, causing him to dig his tongue more deeply 
into Millie's mushy, wet snatch. He reached up and pawed blindly at her 
tits, jiggling the squeezable orbs which had just enough baby fat to make 
them very responsive to the touch. 

Bettina in turn snaked her tongue between the cheeks of his rump, doing 
something she had never done before-actually licking the young man's ass 
hole as he squirmed excitedly, tongue-fucking her sister. 

Millie panted and uttered mindless moans. Her feelings were totally out of 
control. Though she hated what was happening-or, at least, the idea of 
it-she couldn't help but thrill. Her pussy spasmed hotly around Ed's 
penetrating tongue, clutching at it, seeming to want to suck it way inside 
her, where no man had ever gone. 

He raised his head blearily, his mouth smeared with her moisture. "Untie her 
wrists, so she can lie down," he said huskily to Bettina. 

"No!" Bettina said. "I want you to screw her from in back, like the bitch 
she is!" 

"Aaaaw ... !" Millie bleated. 

But she could do nothing as the pair flopped her over, plopping her titties 
into the soft grass. Her sister and the man pushed her knees forward, 
spreading hem wide apart, which obscenely parted the cheeks of her ass, 
exposing her shy little anus as well as the shaggy gash of her wetly 
dribbling cunt. Her wrists remained bound at her back. 

Her humiliation was intense, as was her excitement. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Of course, after diving again and again into her tight sweet pussy, the 
Weasel stuck to Suzy like a puppy dog on a soup bone. 

Suzy didn't mind a bit. She was glowing with pride and pleasure. Not only 
was lovemaking the most sheer fun she'd ever had, but her body made Tom West 
stand up and take notice. Heck, Suzy told herself happily, afterwards he 
even sits around and listens to me! 

She knew he'd do anything for her, anything in the world. After all, Tom had 
told her that, and lovers don't lie to each other, do they? 

Things were great. Suzy was lit up and bubbly, incandescent and 
effervescent. Even her parents noticed, but the cheery way Suzy did her 
housework and helped with dinner kept them pleased enough to stall any 
unpleasant questions. 

Simply screwing Tommy after school would have been a happy ending-Suzy was 
all ready for the "ever after" part-but she still wanted to join the JJ's, 
and to do that she had to tell Tom her plan. She almost felt sorry for Mr. 
Dovel when she thought about it, but nothing short of being caught by her 
mother, father and the minister all at once could have depressed the little 
girl that Friday evening. She excused herself after dinner and went to her 
room. 

The routine sounds of TV in the living room and scraping dishes in the 
kitchen came up the stairs to her low-ceilinged bedroom. Suzy slipped her 
peasant blouse over her head and stashed her borrowed bra in her hamper. She 
looked at herself in the mirror. 

Were her breasts a little bigger tonight? Suzy turned from side to side. She 
wasn't sure. She was more aware of her titties, and that may have been why 
they felt bigger. She put a hand under each perky pink-tipped cone and 
squeezed them up and out. Well, whether they're bigger or not, Tom loves 
them. He told me so! 

She skinned her pants down and checked her panties. Damn! I don't want 
another womanhood lecture from Mom! Even that little spot will set her off, 
I know it. I've been having periods for a whole year now and she still 
doesn't remember about telling me when I was ten! Suzy stepped out of her 
pants and panties. She held the flimsy green bikini parity in one hand, then 
impulsively stuffed it into her wastebasket. 

There. Suzy stopped. She rubbed her fingertips along the center of her 
pussy-crevice. It doesn't feel like I'm sore or bleeding any more . . . I 
should have knoivn it would stop. Just in case, though .. . She grabbed a 
pair of jeans from her dresser and shook the folds out. She bent over to 
step into them, deliberately leaving her panties off. The mirror caught her 
eye again. 

A sexy little flutter in her belly made her stop. She dropped the blue jeans 
and stood straight, her feet spread apart. The little triangle of black 
hairs where her thighs met looked half-crushed on one side. It's that sticky 
stuff. Hmmm. She grabbed a rat-tailed comb from her dresser and combed her 
pubes until the short fuzz was evenly fluffed on both sides of her pussy. 

It doesn't look any different. . . except maybe right hi the middle. Suzy 
made a part with the skinny handle of the comb. Yeah, the little inside 
parts show a little more. She combed the hairs upward from near her vagina, 
then in from the sides. Her floss was new enough and short enough that it 
only emphasized the plump, tantalizing swell of her love mound. No, it 
doesn't look any different. 

Something tapped on her window. Is that Tommy? Tap-rattle again. Suzy 
grabbed a maroon sweatshirt from her closet. She pulled it on almost 
regretfully and stuck her head under the roller shade on the front window. 
The ceiling was so low that she had to kneel and poke her naked little ass 
backward to keep her bare pussy from showing in the standard-sized window. 

She pulled the lower sash up. 

"Hi. Y'gonna come out?" Tommy hissed. 

"You don't have to whisper, silly. Yes, I'll be down in a minute." Suzy 
looked out over the porch roof at her gangling lover. Her body may not have 
looked different, but Tom West did. Before, he'd stood loosely, like a 
puppet with slack strings, trying to be super cool. Now he stood straighter, 
more naturally, with an energetic tension to his posture instead of the old 
Weasel's slow, lazy look. "Don't go yet ... I want to talk to you before you 
see the guys." 

"But . .." Too late. The window closed. Tom was a little quicker, but he 
wasn't quick enough. 

Suzy dragged her pants on. 

They'd all been there on the corner, and Suzy had felt like part of the 
group. True, they hadn't actually invited her, but the JJ's had jived and 
joked with her as much as with each other. It was a short meeting, since the 
JJ's planned to go downtown and sneak into a movie. Suzy hadn't been too 
impressed with the selection . . . "Kung Fu Stewardesses" .. . but she 
hadn't had any trouble keeping Tom from going along. She felt silly saying, 
"Remember saying you'd help me fix my skateboard?" She could fix her own 
skateboard, but the JJ's bought it. 

She explained the rest of her plan to Tom on the way. He asked, "Why don't 
we hit him tonight? I could use some beers, and he just got those big stoker 
wheels for your board. What if he sells them tomorrow?" 

"No, Tommy, tomorrow night's better. We've got to get Jimmy to check out the 
alarm, and I want to find out more about old Dovel." 

"But you said the alarm wouldn't be any trouble." 

"And you said you'd make the guys ask me to join, but you didn't do it 
tonight." Suzy regretted her tone as soon as she spoke. I sound bitchy . . . 
I better watch that "Anyway, he's closed Sunday and Monday, right? Old 
Dovel-shovel goes to the wholesale houses on Monday and he never opens until 
at least three or four, and then just to check the new stuff in. He won't 
even know when we did it ... it could be any time from Saturday night until 
Monday morning." 

"Yeah, okay." Tom sneaked his arm around her waist. His thumb lifted the 
bottom of her sweatshirt and his hand slipped onto the warm smooth skin of 
her belly. "Then maybe afterwards . . ." he hinted. 

Suzy wiggled away from the fingertips slipping past the waist of her pants. 
"Oooh! Maybe." She broke away and trotted in front of Tommy, turning to run 
backward and give a sexy wiggle. She let him catch her, let him grab the 
taut mounds of her buttocks through her pants and press the hard spar of his 
prick against her belly for a moment. "Now cool it. We have to be sneaky." 

His hands kept being sneaky. "It's pretty cool out." 

"Darn it, stop!" 

"Darn it, stop!" Tom falsettoed, but he stopped. "Why don't we go down into 
the park and check out the store later?" 

Suzy's pussy trickled warmth at the thought, but she shook her head. "We 
have to find out when both of them go to bed, then we'll have an idea of how 
late they'll sleep." Dam n! He just doesn't want me to think at all. . . and 
it's awful hard to think when he touches me. Suzy shivered in the warm 
evening air. I've gotta do this, though . . . business before monkey 
business. She grinned quickly and gave Tom a peck on the lips. "Now, keep 
quiet and keep your hands to yourself." 

Dovel's store was on the corner of a short block. There was an alley behind 
the store and a half-dozen news racks were chained to skinny palm trees out 
front. Mr. Dovel had bought out the radio-repair store next door and knocked 
down the wall between when he'd first come to the neighborhood. The building 
was brick, painted an electrically bilious blue-green, with two 
six-by-fifteen windows across the front. Dovel wasn't too interested in 
saving energy, but he kept only three sixty-watt bulbs burning near the 
windows for night lights. He was tight-fisted as a billionaire, pinching 
every penny until it squealed for mercy. 

It had already been a problem once. All the kids in the neighborhood knew 
he'd bought the grocery-and-hobby store because he didn't want to pay for 
either insurance or a guard when he collected the coins from his deep-ghetto 
laundromat. One quick bash in the back of the head from a short dog of 
Ripple had cost him five hundred dollars and intensified his hatred for 
"them coloreds." It didn't matter to Dovel that he'd been ripped off by a 
white homosexual junkie. As Dovel had told most of the adults in the area, 
"If it wasn't for them coloreds all livin' together like they do, there 
wouldn't be no place for fags and hopheads and scum to hang around." 

Not that he was any happier with the kids. He bitched about too many coming 
in at once, then about too few coming in at all. He was surprised that he 
wasn't making enough money, but his prices never gave anything a break. The 
kids and hurried homemakers were the only people who bought from him-kids 
because they couldn't get to a cheaper store and the homemakers because 
there was no time to go a mile or two away for a few nickels' savings. Dovel 
did his damnedest to milk the money out of his customers, but they weren't 
quite dumb enough for him to screw solidly. Nobody except his banker would 
weep if Dovel's Grocery went out of business. And that made it easier for 
Suzy to enjoy planning what the Junior Jesters were sure to remember as the 
Great Grocery Grab. 

Television had taught Suzy to case the joint. She sneaked up the alley 
behind the store. Tom followed. The lot beside the store had a middle-sized 
1934 house in front and a little 1943 cracker box shack behind, built by the 
original owner to rent out to the one of the Navy families who'd swarmed all 
over the Coast thirty years before. Now, pennywise Dovel and his wife lived 
in the back house and rented the big place to help stretch the mortgage 
money further. Resale values on sleazy, rundown ghetto laundromats aren't 
too high. 

They stepped over the eighteen-inch picket fence and crossed the postage 
stamp of lawn. Suzy and Tom skulked around the small house. The telltale 
blue glow of the TV flicked out as they passed the curtained front window. 
Tom and Suzy both ducked. 

She was confident they hadn't been seen. Only her hands and her face showed 
against the dark of the little lawn, and Tom was dressed for burgling, too. 
The window closed over their heads. 

The Dovel's were talking inside. Their voices were easily audible without 
the TV's sound to interfere. 

"Aww, come on, honey," Mr. Dovel whined. "I don't ask that often, and 
there's nothin' on the tube." 

"Dammit, Fred, you think I'm just a sex object! I work hard too. You think 
it's easy being a manicurist? You think I like working to keep that stupid 
store going? We could live on your pension if you'd taken my advice and gone 
into civil service!" 

"Ha! Not with the clothes you keep buying! You see something in a magazine 
and ..." His voice dimmed and the creak of the floorboards faded. 

Tom started back around the house. "This is good! I love hearing fights!" 

"Yeah, as long as it's the Dovels." Suzy duck walked behind Tom to the 
corner of the house and hurried to the lighted window. 

The Dovels' bedroom looked onto the blank board wall of the next-door 
garage. Tom and Suzy hunkered low against the garage and looked up into the 
widow. 

Mrs. Dovel's shadow crossed the ceiling. "I need those clothes! I have too 
look good at work." 

"You don't have to look that good. Why not just get a uniform?" 

"Style, Fred! You never did know style! You think I'm just a cunt who wears 
funny hats, but I'm not! I'm a white bird with a broken wing." 

Suzy slid up the wall. The white bird didn't look as if her wing was broken. 
Mrs. Dovel was a short, chunky woman with nice, though aging, round face and 
short brown hair. She wore a long robe, filled to bursting with her ample 
body, and sat in front of her mirror, brushing her hair vigorously. The 
whole front of the pink robe bounced with each stroke of her arm. 

"Geez, she's built big!" Tom whispered. 

"For such a little woman, yeah." Suzy felt Tom's hand moving. She grabbed it 
as it crossed her thigh. Suzy squeezed his fingers. 

"I'm sorry, baby, I just had a bad day." Mr. Dovel came into the room, his 
chest bare, a pair of baggy pajama pants hanging half off his ass. He put 
his hands on his wife's shoulders. "Why don't we forget about fighting 
tonight, huh?" He nuzzled the side of her neck. 

"Hmmph!" Mrs. Dovel said, but she let her head loll back as he nuzzled 
around and nibbled her neck. "I still think you should take a real job and 
forget about that damn store." She put her brush down and stroked the side 
of his head. 

"We could talk about that later .. . maybe Sunday we'll go someplace nice 
and think it all over." He was half in profile to the window. The front of 
his pajamas was bulging further forward. His hand slipped from her 
shoulders, down her back, around her ribs. Tom and Suzy squeezed each 
other's fingers as they watched Mr. Dovel's hand knead the big swell of her 
breast. They heard the quiet, arousing sounds of two snaps parting on the 
front of her robe. 

Mrs. Dovel's hands moved around to Fred's hips. She pulled him against her 
back and swayed from side to side. The mirror showed the front of her robe 
opening, her husband's fingers sliding inside, and the big pillowy swells of 
her titties moving sensuously under his touch. 

Suzy's fingers went slack. My god! She's all booby! 

Tom's hand crept across the little girl's thigh. Suzy let her knees open. 

"Fred, honey," Mrs. Dovel quavered. "Oooh, yes, I like that!" The robe 
opened further. 

Her tits were huge, rolling like cantaloupes on her chest. The nipples were 
stiff already, pointing stiffly toward the mirror. The rims were pale, but 
the raised spike in the center was a instant-coffee brown. A tight circle of 
little wrinkles appeared around each of the nipples. 

Dovel rolled his wife's tits luxuriously around, massaging the full shapes, 
pressing his fingers into the opulent softness, raising each globe and 
pressing both of them tight against her chest. Her cleavage looked deep 
enough to smother in, and the size and relative firmness of those massive 
breasts made Suzy jealous. 

Suzy felt her pulse start pounding faster. Her nipples stood up under her 
sweatshirt, raising tent-like little bumps on the hills of her titties. She 
pressed her legs together, capturing Tom's hand and closing the trickling 
warmth of her pussy in against itself. 

Mr. Dovel looked stranger than usual, with his mouth opened and his eyes 
half-closed with lust. His hair was short and grey, except for the few long 
strands pasted carefully across his balding dome. He had a fanatically neat 
little moustache and goatee, trimmed close enough to be all but invisible 
against his greyish skin. 

Not that Suzy was looking at his face. She watched the titty play and the 
way his pajama pants threatened to fall off. She decided, He really doesn't 
have a bad body. He's not fat, and I can see the way his muscles move . . . 
and they make sexy moves. 

His hands roved over the bounty of his wife's tits and his hips moved. Mrs. 
Dovel's hand dug into his pajamas, outlining the hard shape of his ass. He 
leaned over further and his pants slipped down with a single tug from her. 

Suzy reached over and gripped Tommy's prick. It was hard as a crowbar and 
hot, even through the heavy cloth of his jeans. She squeezed the rigid rod 
suggestively, then leaned and whispered, "Let's watch for a while, then do 
whatever they do." 

She caught Tom's nod from the corner of her eye and moved forward. Tom 
slipped behind her and wrapped his arms around her chest. His hands slipped 
under her sweatshirt and gripped her breasts. 

Suzy pushed her titties forward and scooted her ass back. Her jeans were 
thick, but they were more than tight enough for her to feel his prick 
against her asscheeks. The hard bulge of Tom's cock found the wide, shallow 
dent between her buttocks and rubbed up and down. 

It worked on her pussy as lewdly as his hands worked on her aching nipples. 
The sliding pressure of Tom's prick on her jeans made the tight center seam 
of her pants ride back and forth, rubbing sensation into her labia. Suzy 
felt her cream flow more heavily. 

In the house, Dovel still had his back turned to the window. His prick was 
hidden against his wife's back, but when she stood and turned around, Suzy 
and Tommy got a clear look at it. 

It was definitely hard, definitely a cock, and definitely ready for action. 
Suzy pushed her hips harder against Tom's belly. 

Mrs. Dovel let her robe open the rest of the way. She was totally naked 
under it, with a plump, lushly curved body that molded against her standing 
husband. Mr. Dovel muttered something the kids couldn't hear. She nodded. 
She turned her low-backed dressing chair around and sat, her knees a foot 
apart. 

Suzy could hardly believe her eyes. She'd never seen such a hairy pussy. The 
mat of thick brown hair looked more like a beard than a muff, masking the 
sides of the mound and peaking in a crest over the middle of the vee. The 
full, smooth roundness of the woman's thighs accented it, pale skin against 
the dark-brown triangle. At first Suzy was sure she wouldn't be able to see 
the meaty, eager center of Mrs. Dovel's cunt, but she watched as Mrs. Dovel 
parted the pairs with both hands and exposed the slippery-looking sex lips 
and the warm red valley between. 

Her cunt looked at least as ready as Fred Dovel's cock. With the hair 
brushed out of the way, Suzy and Tom could see everything from the darkness 
at the front of her vagina, along the wet flaps of the inner lips, and clear 
to the fingerlike projection of her clitoris. A meaty little triangle 
covered the clit-socket. She rolled her hips forward and opened her arms. 

Mr. Dovel bent his knees slightly and moved forward. He reached down and 
took her tits in his hands. He spread the deep cleavage wide, flicking his 
thumbs back and forth over her nipples, and bellied up to her chest. 

Suzy couldn't see his prick any more, but she knew where it was. She could 
imagine the feeling of a length of hard cock between her own titties. Again 
she wished her breasts were as big as Mrs. Dovel's. 

The woman in the bedroom put her arms around her husband's hips. Her head 
lolled back and she let him move his hips. 

They were long strokes, long, hard, slow strokes. The power behind them was 
like a locomotive's, building up speed very slowly but moving tons of mass 
with sheer strength. His hands moved, tightening the mock cunt of her 
titties around his cock, and Dovel moved faster. 

"Ohh, Fred, darling, I love this!" Mrs. Dovel moved her hands down his 
thighs, opening the flex of his asscheeks to the kids' view. Her hands went 
up and down the backs of his legs. She let go, reached between his thighs 
with one, and pulled his knee against the sopping center of her wide-open 
cunt. 

The window was open only a few inches, but the squishing sound of pussyjuice 
was loud enough to echo in the slot between the buildings. It was as wet and 
sticky-sounding as the simmer of a thick sauce. The heavy outer lips of her 
pussy moved around his knee, and the brighter, wetter frills of her inner 
cuntlips peeked out when he moved his leg in a lusty circle. 

The sight excited Suzy fantastically. She wasn't watching accidentally, this 
time ... in fact, she'd hoped to see something sexy when she and Tom came to 
check out the Dovels' bedtime. She was seeing it now, and she didn't protest 
when Tom's right hand slipped away from her titty to burrow at the waist of 
her jeans. Suzy sucked her belly in to ease the way. 

Tom's fingers trailed through the skimpy threads of Suzy's pussy-hairs and 
found the central slit. He worked one fingertip down the slot, right across 
the tip of her clitty. Suzy let out a little gasp when the hood slid down 
across the hot little organ. She wiggled lasciviously against his fingertip 
when the hood peeled back again. She liked feeling Tom's finger between her 
labia. It made delicious shivers run all through her belly and helped her 
moist little pussy to simmer even hotter. 

"Now?" Fred Dovel asked. He stepped back. 

Mrs. Dovel bent her neck. The head of his prick came into view, as did the 
red blush where his shaft had rubbed between her voluptuous tits. Mrs. Dovel 
held his cock in one hand and lipped the head slowly. She pulled back, 
washing the flat of her tongue around the broad slopping surfaces of the 
knob, then she titillated the slit with the tip of her tongue. "If you're 
ready, Freddy." 

"Bend over the bed, baby," he said. 

Mrs. Dovel bent over, her tits hanging incredibly far. The big breasts 
jiggled with her breathing. She looked over her shoulder and made a lewd 
motion with her tongue, as if she were inviting him to slip his prick into 
her mouth again for some suction. 

Tommy let go of Suzy's breast. His hand slipped out of her pants. He worked 
all ten fingers at the buttons of her fly, breathing hard in her ear. Suzy 
hooked her thumbs in his belt loops and tugged at his pants without looking 
back. She didn't want to miss the scene in the bedroom for anything, much 
less for taking Tom's pants down. 

In seconds, her own pants were down around her knees. Tom undid his own fly 
and Suzy's tug took his jeans to mid-thigh. The little girl felt his prick 
start tapping against the base of her pussy. She put a hand out behind and 
held him off. "Wait until we see what they're going to do," she whispered. 
She bent further, bracing her hands on her knees. Her hips wiggled 
lubriciously when Tom's hands sneaked to cover her cunt again, one sliding 
down from the front, the other slipping up from behind. 

Fred Dovel knelt on the floor behind his wife's plump, poked-out ass. The 
hemispheres of her ass were widely separated, showing the puckered crater of 
her asshole and the drooling opening of her vagina. He put a hand on each 
cheek, pressed outward, and buried his face between her buttocks. 

The sight hit Suzy like a fist in the belly. She wanted to feel Tommy's face 
on her own ass, but she hadn't even had the nerve to ask him to eat her 
pussy. Suzy felt his hands tighten in her crotch, a fingertip wiggling into 
her cunthole, but she didn't insist on Tom's going down to suck her asshole. 

And that was obviously what Fred Dovel was doing. His mouth was wide open, 
his tongue poked out, and he was licking around the rim of his wife's 
rectum. His tongue flickered and stabbed, hitting the center of the chute, 
then slapping along the sides. He licked and slurped, thrusting his tongue 
into the slot and pulling back. He rolled her ample ass around, moving his 
hands like a baker kneading dough, then buried his face in her asscrack 
again. His hands dented the outsides of her asscheeks and he wiggled his 
head. His whole face was covered with wide white butt cheeks and the animal 
sounds of his grunts came clearly through the window. 

Mrs. Dovel was moving too. She was pushing back, tucking under again, 
dragging her huge breasts along the sheets. Her mouth was wide open and she 
gasped with pure heat. One of her hands slipped down to her pussy, molding 
the fat, juicy lips into a tight knot of hot pleasure. Her other hand went 
back to Fred's head. She pushed his face against her ass and moaned. 

"Oh, goddamit, God, goddammit! Oww, Freddy, I love it when you eat my 
asshole! You're a filthy bastard, Fred, but your tongue drives me crazy!" 
she growled. "Don't stop, don't stop moving that tongue or those hands, 
honey!" 

Fred Dovel just growled and grunted. His voice sounded nearly as wet as the 
squishy noises of her fingers in her cunt. He rimmed her ass over and over. 
The flat of his tongue skidded across the whole circle of her rectum. He 
forced his nose against the hard ridge of her tailbone, rolling his face in 
the softness of her ass and denting his beak against her coccyx. His tongue 
slipped from her asshole to her vagina, scooping up a load of cream. He let 
the saliva and the cunt-juice drool over her asshole, then speared her 
shitter again with his tongue. 

"Oh, you fucker, you lowdown ass-eatin' fucker!" she moaned. "Take it, 
tongue it, eat me until I'm soaked, Fred! Ahh, oh, wiggle it, wiggle that 
nasty tongue! Oaugh, it feels so goddamn disgustingly good!" 

Suzy could believe that. She was revolted by the notion of anyone eating any 
asshole, but the thought of having a tongue plunging wetly in and out of her 
own back channel made her pussy drizzle like Noah's flood. She rotated her 
hips and felt the cream-slick surface of Tom's thumb slip over the tight 
ring of her asshole. She pushed back, Tom pushed forward, and her rectum 
took his thumb like a baby takes a nipple. 

The heat in her pussy flared higher, then higher again. Tom's probing digit 
was only one knuckle deep, but it inflamed her. There was some sort of 
strange connection between her rectum and her vagina. Suzy worked her ass 
like a belly dancer, trying to find out what that connection was. 

His index finger slipped into her vagina, and Suzy felt part of the 
connection. The stretching in her ass made her cunt feel tighter around his 
finger. He rubbed the finger and thumb together, pinching the thin membrane 
between the two holes, and Suzy wanted to faint. It was all she could do to 
keep her hands on her knees. She started to reach up and press his hands 
more tightly against her crotch, but the scene beyond the window changed. 

No! He won't! He can't-SHE can't! 

"He's gonna-" Tom said. 

"Shhh!" Suzy hissed. "Keep touching me." 

Tom's hand started moving again, one finger going deeper into her cunt while 
his thumb slid further into her asshole. Suzy stared through the window, 
torn between the feelings in her crotch and her need to watch the action in 
the Dovels' bedroom. 

Fred Dovel leaned across the low chair and grabbed a jar. He spun the top 
off, letting the metal disc fall to the floor and roll away. There was thick 
white goo in the jar. He dipped two fingers deep into the stuff. He 
slathered the lube around the head of his prick, then smeared it down his 
shaft. He dipped more grease from the jar and filled his wife's ass cleft 
with it. 

His fingers reamed into her asshole. Suzy could hardly believe that Mrs. 
Dovel could take both those fingers, but when the third one slid in, she 
blinked. Was he in her ass or her pussy? 

Mrs. Dovel thrust her broad ass back at Fred. Yes, all three fingers were 
wedged into the puckered circle of her rectum. Suzy could all but feel those 
fingers splitting her own bung. She was glad Tom had only put one joint of 
his thumb into her. 

Fred's fingers slid almost to the knuckles, then popped out again. He wiped 
the rest of the white goo on his prick, stepped forward, and aimed his cock 
for the center of the mass of white cream he'd piled on his wife's ass. 

The purplish head of his prick showed through the coating of grease, and 
Suzy could even see the hairs plastered to the shaft of his cock. He gave 
the middle of his cock stem a squeeze, then a shake, and put it against the 
middle of the deep, wide cleft of Mrs. Dovel's ass. 

The woman rose higher on the bed, propping her elbows under herself. She 
closed her eyes. Her lips moved silently, and it happened. 

The wide head of Fred Dovel's cock popped past the ring of her ass muscle. 
Suzy winced at the sight, then she winced at the way Tom dug his thumb 
deeper into her own, never-fucked asshole. She didn't know if her gasp had 
been loud enough for the Dovels to hear, but she shrank down out of sight 
anyway. 

It was just too much to watch. She'd seen cocksucking, and fucking, and 
watched Tom's sister getting her pussy royally gobbled, but Suzy didn't know 
if she could stand to see Fred Dovel fucking his wife's asshole. Already her 
own rectum was burning from Tom's thumb, and unless that was a super-slick 
cream, Suzy knew that Mrs. Dovel's ass had to be on fire. She peeked over 
the windowsill again. 

On fire or not, the woman seemed to be enjoying it. Her head hung down, her 
breasts swayed forward and back, and her ass moved toward Fred's belly and 
away, toward it and away. 

"Ummm, yeah, baby," Fred said, "I love that ass! I bet you feel like a horse 
is fucking you. I bet your asshole's gonna burn for a week!" 

"But-but-but I like it, Freddy," Mrs. Dovel said, her voice high and 
strained. "I like feeling your big cock in my asshole, I like the way you 
move it so deep, I like the way you grease us both up before you fuck into 
me." Her hands went back and she stood, unsupported, over the edge of the 
bed. She gripped her asscheeks and spread them wider. "Deeper, honey, give 
me more! Oh, gimme more of your big prick!" She moved her hips in a circular 
roll as he pulled back, and the shaft of his cock rolled around with her. 

Tom pulled his thumb out of Suzy's asshole. He bent over and hissed, "Let me 
try it, please? Let me put it into your butt." His whisper was tense. 

Suzy felt his prickhead touch the cleft of her ass. She pulled forward. "No! 
We don't have any grease, Tommy, and you're way too big for me there!" She 
reached for his prick, straightening against his chest, and started stroking 
the soft skin back and forth over the center of the hard, bony-ridged bar. 
"Maybe later . .. if we can find something to make it slide easier." 

Tom moved up against her buttocks again. Suzy felt his cockhead graze her 
ass and tried to push him away, but he took her hand off his prick. "I'll 
scream! You'll hurt me!" 

Tom ignored her. He laid his prick along the middle of her bottom, then took 
her asscheeks in his hands he molded the warm mounds along his cock and 
started stroking back and forth. He had to have some of her, even if it was 
a dry hump. Watching the Dovels fucking was too much to stand without some 
action on his prick. He took advantage of Suzy's naked ass. 

Suzy was wound up, too. She almost wished Tom would give her some of that 
thick, strong cock in her pussy instead of between her buttocks. She put 
both hands on the furry mound of her vulva and pressed the hot, puffy lips 
of her cunt against each other. She could keep herself going while she 
watched, too, if Tommy was going to. 

Fred and Mrs. Dovel were hunching happily away in the bedroom now. The first 
few strokes of greased prick in well-lubed asshole hadn't been long or 
strong, but now Fred was getting charged up. His prick slid back, then went 
deep again, slid back and went deep. He pushed forward until his belly 
slapped against his wife's ass. He pulled back again, and his prick came out 
of her shitter. 

She squealed. Four hands went to his cock, trying to steer it back into her 
asshole. The head hit the rim of her chute and skidded up the crevice 
between her cheeks. He pulled back and aimed more carefully, guiding with 
one hand and watching as he tried to match the motions of his cock head to 
the wiggly, jiggly. lusty motions of his busty wife's wide ass. 

And in! Fred grunted with pleasure. His wife grunted with pain and pleasure. 
The bed squeaked as they both fell onto the edge of it, but Fred didn't slow 
his stroke or miss a single beat. 

He plowed prick into her asshole. She was writhing, on her belly begging, 
and he lay on top of her kicking his feet up in the air. All his weight 
forced his cock into her ass, then he bucked and pulled a little meat out 
again. 

"Please, no, no, no, no-ooo-ooo!" Mrs. Dovel wailed. "It's too much, it's 
too deep!" She got one hand under her belly, then the other. The angle of 
her wrists and the hurried, almost spastic motions of her elbows showed that 
she was fingering her cunt while Fred fucked her asshole. "Touch-touch-touch 
my titties, Fred! Oh, gah ... GAWD!" 

Fred wrapped his arms around her. He put his feet back on the floor, digging 
his toes into the shabby carpet. He lunged into her ass, shovingcock at her 
butt till she screamed again. His hands worked around her big tits, masking 
them, separating them, torturing the nipples with pinches and squeezes and 
teases. "Take it, dammit, take it all," he grunted. 

"Yes, yes, yes!" she wailed. "God, give it to me, fuck me, fuck my ass 
harder, Fred! Please, Freddy, come with me! I'm ready, baby, ready to feel 
it!" 

Fred Dovel wasn't quite ready, but he worked at it. 

His ass tensed. His breath came in great gusts. The pale masses of her ass 
jiggled and shuddered under him, vibrating like puddings. He thrust, ramming 
cock into her like a bull in a rut. He slipped out again and groaned, but 
shot straight back into her spasming asshole with one try. He gave her all 
the long-cock fucking she could stand and more, and his face turned red. 

He was sweating furiously. Drops of cunt juice had squirted from her 
finger-filled vagina, covering Mrs. Dovel's asscheeks with thick, reeking 
shininess. Fred was wet all over. Drops of sweat splashed outward from his 
belly when he crashed against her ass. Drips fell from his face. His arms 
skidded on her ribs, too sweaty-wet to keep a good grip. He dug his fingers 
into her tits like hooks and gave a huge thrust. 

She arched her back, then shoved her ass up again. He was ball-deep in her 
asshole. Fred pulled halfway back and drove in again, levering with his toes 
on the carpet, dragging at her tits with his hands. Mrs. Dovel screamed, a 
long, high noise that sounded like murder by dozens, and both Dovels went 
into fits of lunging motion. 

He was coming, shooting gallons of spunk into her asshole, and he grunted 
like a circus strongman. Fred didn't long-dick her anymore, but his hips 
kept rolling, kept shooting that last quarter-inch of prick into her guts. 
He held on for dear life and let his jism flood her rectum. 

And she was coming, coming frantically, coming frightfully. Her asscheeks 
tightened and relaxed. Her body bucked half off the bed, then fell back. She 
rose and fell in a hard, wrenching rhythm, snapping her spine back and 
forth. Mrs. Dovel was coming around her fingers and around his prick, and 
she couldn't stop it long enough to breathe. Her face was red, her elbows 
locked, and her heavy thighs went stiff. Even after Fred Dovel had stopped 
shoving her prick into her, she rolled and writhed, moving like a roomful of 
waterbeds, pulsing and clasping around his prick. Fred lay limp on her 
before her motions slowed. With a last convulsive shudder, she pulled her 
hands from under herself and let her ample, well-fucked body go limp. 

Fred rolled off of her, his cock sticking up into the air. Even as Tom and 
Suzy watched, the brown-white-and-pink streaked shaft started to go limp. 

Suzy was only a few seconds from coming, herself, and the hard motions of 
Tom's prick on her bottom told her he was damn near ready, too. She closed 
her eyes and concentrated on the feeling of his prick between her asscheeks 
and the way his come tube rubbed across the mouth of her rectum. She wiggled 
back against him. Her fingers went to her pussy. She was just ready to push 
a fingertip onto her clitty and feel those sweet, delicious waves pulse 
along her nerves when she heard a crash. Something hit her foot. 

Mr. Dovel had the other shoe in his hands, aiming it at Suzy's face. "Get 
outta here, you little bastards!" 

Mrs. Dovel was screaming in the bedroom, her mouth open like a railroad 
tunnel. That is, she was trying to scream ... no sound came out. She had the 
top sheet off the bed, yanked up to cover about half of each of those 
massive breasts, and her free hand was rattling jars on the dressing table, 
looking for something else to throw. 

Tom pulled away from Suzy. Suzy ducked. The shoe banged against the garage 
wall behind them. Other lights went on. Tom grabbed his pants and pulled. He 
grabbed Suzy and started to run. 

She stumbled, her pants around her ankles. Suzy got one foot free and ran 
three steps. She yanked the other foot out of her pants and ran like hell. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Over fences. Through yards. Ducking into shadows and running again. Suzy was 
pumped full of adrenalin. She couldn't have stopped running if Tom had let 
her, and he wasn't about to let her. 

It was a crazy jumble of flight. Suzy didn't have the breath or the time to 
do more than look around before taking off from one spot for another. Her 
pants were wadded in her hand, one leg trailing along the streets and 
sidewalks. 

The neighbors were on the alert, first with the shouting, then the crashing 
glass, then Mrs. Dovel's scream. Suzy and Tom were under a streetlight in 
the middle of an intersection, when a big white police car whipped around 
the corner a block away. The spotlight flicked on and the kids ran even 
faster. 

And leapt the curb and sidewalk and hit and rolled on a lawn and came up 
running again. The cop dropped the pedal and the tires squealed as the 
engine note went to a gas-guzzling baritone. The spotlight hit them again 
just as Suzy's pale legs and flashing asscheeks dodged round a hedge into a 
back yard. 

They ran across the yard, jumped for a brick wall, and fell down the other 
side. The cop car skidded, then accelerated again, squealing around the 
corner to cut them off. 

Suzy stuffed her feet into her pants. Tom grabbed her arm again as she tried 
to pull her jeans up. She shook her hand away. "Look!" he whispered, 
pointing to a big black shape moving toward them. 

The wall was harder to climb from this side, but Suzy got over with a push 
from Tom. She rolled ass-over-head on the other side, struggling with her 
pants as Tom came flying over. The dog's teeth snapped on nothing on the 
other side of the wall. 

It started barking. Suzy ran out the way she'd come in. They were only a 
block from the park, but the picnic area was as wide open as any street. She 
stopped at the edge of a pink-stucco garage and hissed, "Wait!" 

Tom held up, already leaning forward to sprint across the street. 'That 
cop'll be here in a second!" 

Suzy looked up. The garage wasn't high, and it had a flat roof. "Hoist me 
up." 

Tom made a stirrup of his hands and lifted until Suzy could scrabble onto 
the roof. The dog beyond the wall kept barking. 

There were lights on in half the houses on the block now. Some snapped off 
and curtains moved at the windows. Porch lights went on. "Gimme that brick." 

Tom tossed a half-brick up to her. "What are you doing?" 

"I'm gonna make the cop go the other way, then we can run to the park." 

"Let's just hide!" 

"No! They'll send more cops when he can't find us." Suzy hefted the brick in 
her hand. The spotlight was flicking back and forth on the pavement beyond 
the next corner. "Get down behind that bush, against the wall. I'll be right 
back." 

Tom ducked, huddling into a ball in the shadow of a rosebush. Suzy could 
barely see him. She bent low and started across the roof of the garage, then 
jumped to the next one, four feet away. 

. A thick brick wall ran to the corner of the house beyond. Suzy tiptoed 
along, hurrying, her arms out for balance. The police car came slowly around 
the corner, its spotlight checking every pool of shadow. Suzy ran to the 
tree that overhung the wall, grabbed a branch, and threw the brick over the 
house. She held her breath for two long seconds. 

A huge crash told her that the brick had smashed down onto the car's hood or 
roof. The police car stopped, reversed, and screamed around the corner, the 
front end nearly whipping out of control. Suzy jumped to the ground and ran 
back to Tom, then toward the park. 

"That was good. That was really good, Suzy," Tom said. They were past the 
picnic area, sitting against the wall of the lavatory at the near edge of 
the canyon. 

"Did you hear him rush backwards?" Suzy shook her head in wonder. "Gawd, I 
hope I didn't ruin someone's car." 

"Well, you kept us from gettin' ruined." 

"Yeah." Suzy turned toward Tom. She turned her face up for a kiss. 

His fingers slipped under the back of her sweatshirt, and the postponed heat 
that had been so ready to crest inside her rose higher. Suzy rolled toward 
him, flattening him on the grass and pressing the length of her body against 
his. She felt his erection against her belly. 

"If you still want to . .." she hinted. "Huh?" 

"What we saw tonight?" Suzy felt suddenly shy. She knew at least a couple of 
ways to say it, but it didn't seem like the kind of thing a girl should ask 
for. 

"You mean, in your ass?" 

She nodded. "We could use the soap from the bathroom." Her voice was very 
small. 

Police cars were still driving past, hurrying, flashing their spotlights, 
but the little block building hid them from the street. "I'll go get some," 
Tom said. "Don't go away." 

She waited about ten seconds, and the two police cars she heard made her 
nervous. It was all right with 

Tom there, but without him it was less than pleasant. Suzy pulled off her 
sweatshirt, her pants, her shoes, and rolled them into a ball. When would he 
be back? 

She heard odd noises inside the little building. Was somebody in there with 
Tom? Wouldn't he have shouted? She picked up the roll of clothing and 
stalked slowly toward the sounds, gleamingly nude. 

It was even darker inside the building. She saw a vague shape moving against 
the wall and stopped. "Tommy?" 

The shape turned. "I can't get this jar off here." 

Suzy breathed relief. She set her clothes on the sink and looked at the 
dispenser. "I'm ready." 

Tom looked up. "MMmmmm-hmmm." He started undoing his pants. "Wait.. . what 
if the cops come in here?" 

"They won't." Suzy stood flatfooted, watching him as his pants slid down and 
his shirt came off. She couldn't see very well, and Suzy liked looking at 
Tom's body. The only light came through a square hole in the ceiling. She 
touched the bottom of the soap dispenser and thick, cold fluid trickled over 
her hand. "Why don't we go up on the roof?" 

"Yeah!" Tom reached for her, but Suzy stepped back. 

"Just hold still. You don't have to take the jar off." She pumped the bottom 
of the dispenser until her palm was full of soap, then went to her knees in 
front of him. 

The shaft of his prick was pale in the dimness, like a vague white wand 
against the dark of his pubic hair. Suzy rubbed the soap all over the head 
of his prick, then slathered it down the shaft. Her little fist wrapped 
around his cock and worked up and down for a moment. "There, that should be 
enough," she announced. "Let's go upstairs." 

A foot on a toilet, a foot on the stall's wall, and she was out in the 
moonlight on a white-gravel roof. Suzy spread her sweatshirt and pants out, 
then helped Tom through the skylight. 

"Are you sure this is what you want?" Tom asked, buck-naked in the 
starlight. A city bus rumbled along the street facing the park and waddled 
around the corner. 

"If you want to do it. .. just go easy." Suzy looked at him, standing still 
for a moment, then threw her arms around him and kissed him. Her tongue 
thrust into his mouth, sampling, licking, writhing like a hot, slippery eel. 
His hands went around her, pressing her smooth belly against the iron-hard 
length of his cock. She broke away. "Or we could do it the regular way." 

"Whatever you want." 

How the heck is this going to help me join the JJ's? Suzy wondered. She 
stood there naked, the almost-still wind caressing her smooth pale skin, and 
gnawed her lower lip. If I have to run and hide all the time, the way they 
always say they do, why should I join them? 

Yeah, and if they can't even figure out how to break into old dummy Dovel's 
store, why should I tell them? Then, if I tell them how, why should I go 
along and maybe get caught? I don't think the cops are going to stay away 
very long now that we got so many of them out here tonight. 

Suzy nodded. "Okay, Tommy." She got down on her hands and knees and looked 
over her shoulder. "This way." 

Tom knelt behind her. His hand sneaked around to her breast, pinching the 
nipple, stroking the aureole, coaxing the little point into erection. 
"You're sure?" he asked again. 

"Maybe you should play with my pussy a little bit first." It was a scary 
thought, now that Suzy felt his body behind her. His fingers crept down to 
her crotch, rubbing the pouty lips, warming the softness, easing her into a 
warm, wet receptivity. 

"That's nice ... I love touching your pussy." 

"Mmmm-hhmmm." Suzy moved her hips. The slick, cold touch of his soaped prick 
against her ass cleft made her cuntal muscle tighten. The narrow end of his 
prickhead wandered along the middle of her ass cleft, then found the dot of 
her rectum. He pressed a little. Suzy thought, This is easy! 

She realized she was wrong. The first fraction of an inch of Tom's prick had 
slipped right into the tiny opening, but the rest of the head suddenly 
stretched her asshole like a blunt stick. "Ooooh!" she squealed. 

"You all right?" 

"Yes ... I think," Suzy answered. "Maybe if you rub my titties a little 
more." She bent forward a little further, letting her head dangle between 
her arms. 

The gravel under her hands was coarse, but not sharp enough to hurt. Suzy 
wondered if Tom's cock would fit into her ass at all. It didn't feel at all 
like having her cherry broken that afternoon. This sensation was just a 
vulgar, decadent feeling of fullness in her ass, not a lewd, straining mass 
that was going to open her body to ecstatic pleasures. She thought, Maybe 
Mrs. Dovel is built different. Maybe I won't be able to do it! 

But Tom's hand was working on her titties. Suzy closed her eyes and tried to 
pay attention to her tits instead of the pressure at her rectum. She felt 
the little stroking motions of his fingers, the light pinches he gave her 
nipples. 

"Open yourself up a little," Tom whispered. 

Suzy reached back with both hands. She was bent awkwardly but she put a hand 
on each buttock and spread herself. "Oh, yeah, that helps," she breathed, 
and took a fresh grip, curling her fingers almost to the bottom of her ass 
cleft. 

Tom swiveled, trying to corkscrew in as he'd done with her pussy. This hole 
was tighter, drier, almost rubbery. It resisted his cock like a solid wall 
of putty. 

Suzy moved counter to his rotation, hoping he'd be able to put more cock in 
with her help. Little by little the knob slipped further into her asshole. 
It was definitely moving in now. She felt the little tab of skin at the 
throat of his prick, the tiny leftover shred from his circumcision. It 
pressed against the base of her rectum when she felt him swivel down to 
slide with more of an upward angle. The edges of his glans bore against the 
rubbery little ring of her ass muscle, and Suzy pressed down from the center 
of her belly. She pried harder with her fingertips. His knob popped in. 

"Damn! Oh, that's so good! You feel different here ... all dry and hot and 
furry-like, Suzy. I wish I didn't have so much soap on my cock." 

Suzy wished she had more soap, not less. She was glad to release the 
downward pressure and let her ass-ring contract around his prick. She felt 
the ridge of his knob just inside her rectum, and a strange, lewd heat rose 
toward her belly. I bet I'll feel it all the way to my stomach! she thought, 
and Suzy began to move again. 

The tiny motion encouraged Tom to push further into her ass hole. He pressed 
forward and upward, aiming for the small of her back. Little by little, the 
tapered shoulders of his prick spread her ass hole wider. His cockhead moved 
further into the long, dry tube of her ass guts. 

Suzy lost track of the feeling until the pressure inside her ass made her 
gasp. "Ohh, ow! Please, Tommy, it hurts!" 

Tommy stopped moving deeper. He began to withdraw. An inch of prick slipped 
out of her ass. 

Suzy felt like she was taking the biggest, most pleasurable shit of her 
whole life. The bone-hard ridges that she'd felt with her fingers and her 
lips seemed to be inches high when his cock slipped back. When the swollen 
ring of the glans pressed against the inside of her rectum, she let out a 
long hiss, then a low moan. 

Tom stopped again. "No, it feels too good," Suzy moaned. "Don't you dare 
take it out of me!" 

Now that strange connection between her asshole and her vagina was coming 
back to her. When she'd felt Tom's thumb in her ass hole, she'd felt weird, 
and his finger had reinforced the feeling. Now, without even touching her 
cunthole, she felt her pussy winding up like a spark generator. She moved 
her ass in a quick, shuddery shimmy and felt more of Tom's cock slide into 
her colon. 

The sensitivity of her ass hole made his prick seem miles long. Suzy moaned 
low in her throat, but she moved her ass toward him. She didn't want him 
thinking it was a moan of pain. She liked the feeling, liked the strange, 
unclean air of degradation, the odd, remote-control way the pressure in her 
ass worked on her clitty. Suzy moved further and faster. She milked the 
stretched ring of her ass hole back and forth on his cockshaft. 

Tom was moving harder now, but Suzy didn't mind. He wasn't about to pull his 
prick out of her ass, and that was what mattered. She swiveled her hips, 
trying to feel where the head of his cock had reached. Since only her ass 
hole had enough feeling to overcome the electric buzzing building up in her 
clitty, Suzy couldn't tell where the thick ridge of his knob was without 
swiveling. 

And she swiveled like a carnival ride. Suzy felt a strain inside, high in 
her guts, and she realized Tom must be ready to strike bottom. She pushed 
back toward his prick, wondering what would happen. 

A pain flashed in her belly. She gasped, and Tom shoved more meat to her ass 
hole. 

She let go of her asscheeks. Suzy propped herself up with one hand and 
stuffed the other fist in her mouth. "UNNggghh!" she grunted. 

The combination of a long cock in her guts and the kisses of her slippery 
cunt lips the sides of her clitty set a fire in Suzy's brain. She butted 
back against his belly, then lowered her torso. Her tits touched her 
sweatshirt. With a push of her hand, she drove herself off his prick. She 
slid back again. 

She was impaled on prick, delightfully, lewdly, lasciviously impaled. Suzy 
moved back and forth, rocking forward and down, then rising and backing 
toward his prick. Her overloaded ass slid along the full length of his 
pistoning prick. She whispered, "Please, honey, Tommy, fuck me harder! Oh, a 
lot harder, a lot faster . . . make me come!" 

He did. He thrust deep and hard, then pulled back before her burning rectum 
could adjust to the depth of his prick in her guts. Suzy was on fire. Heat 
raged from her ass hole and her cunt to her hands, her feet, her brain. 
"Please, please, touch my pussy, too," she whispered. "I want to go off, I 
want it now!" 

Tom's hands went around her thighs. He grabbed at the soggy muff of her 
cuntal hair. He pressed at her cuntlips,, mauled the whole zone around her 
clitty. Suzy bucked and wiggled, hurrying him, and he fingered her cunt 
harder. 

She was ready . . . she was more than ready. Suzy knew a little more 
pressure on her clitty, a little more fingering near her vagina, would make 
the whole lower half of her body explode. 

She wriggled like a snake, her sweaty skin sliding all over his slick belly. 
Suzy wanted more, more, more, and she intended to get it. 

Suddenly, his fingers found her cunt-mouth. One finger dove in, then 
another. His fingertips touched his cock, pressing, rubbing, massaging 
through the thin membrane between her ass hole and her cunt. The ring of 
muscle at the mouth of her cunt snapped shut on his fingers. His hand was 
trapped, but it still wiggled. His cock pulled almost all the way out of her 
ass hole, then pounded in again. 

There it was, the same short, sharp hitch she'd felt when he was ready to 
come before. Suzy concentrated on the pulsing length of prick in her ass 
hole. She squirmed, wrapping the satiny width of ass tube around his 
cockhead. Her hands came off the roof, moving to force his fingers deeper 
into her cunt. Suzy jabbed two fingers onto the tip of her clitty and the 
whole world exploded. 

The pain and the lewd, impossible fullness in her ass hole combined with 
skyrockets of heat from her clitty. She felt every knuckle, every 
fingerprint of Tom's hand when her cunt muscle clamped down. She bounced 
high, then smashed down and a sensation like live steam ripped into her ass. 
Suzy's hand went out in front of her. She caught herself just before hitting 
the roof. 

Her titties jiggled like water balloons. Tom's hand was still trapped in her 
cunt, still stuffing more pleasure into her pussy, still holding her ass 
hole against his spurting cock. Tom held her still, driving more and more 
semen into her ass hole. Jism filled the whole upper portion of her colon. 
With a groan like a dying man, he let his fingers slip out of her cunt. He 
slipped onto her back. 

Suzy let herself down onto the roof. She kept coming, kept milking her ass 
hole up and down his prick, kept trying to drag the last drops of his seed 
out of the tube. Her hips rolled reflexively, easing his prick in and out 
with every pulse of her fading orgasm. She steadied herself as his prick 
began to slip away. 

A horrible suction in the middle of her belly told her he was leaving her. 
Suzy moaned. Oh god, oh god, oh, 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

It was very quiet on the street. The rising sun reflected from the windows 
of Dovel's Grocery and Hobby Store, silvering the front of the building. It 
was just a few minutes after five and the newsman was delivering the Sunday 
papers. He unlocked the racks, scooped out the money, and reloaded the 
papers. Gary Wiggins shaded his eyes and peered into the store. 

Everything looked normal. He dawdled. He had to have the truck back by 
seven, but he'd all but finished his route. He refilled another rack, then a 
third. He pretended to find a chip around the keyhole of the lock, glancing 
up now and then. A police car drove by, and Gary lifted three fingers in a 
wave. The cop waved back. 

Gary looked at the store windows. There-the big bright-yellow skateboard in 
the window was gone. He tossed the returns into the truck and drove around 
the block, then into the far end of the alley. 

Four figures were already waiting next to a half-dozen trash cans. Gary set 
the brake but left the motor running. He helped hoist the heavy plastic cans 
into the truck. Two capped and coated kids melted away. The other pair 
slipped into the cab of the truck. A tall boy came across the alley, a heavy 
cardboard carton in his hands. He put it into the truck and rolled himself 
over the tailgate. Gary put the truck in gear and drove off. 

He looked at his brother. "That was slick, Jimmy. Who figured it out?" 

Jimmy pulled the jammed-down cap off the smaller person in the middle of the 
seat. "The JJ's new member . . . Suzy Wilton." He grinned wide. 

Suzy blushed. "That'll get Dovel out of here for sure." She smiled 
tentatively at Gary. 

Gary looked at her long black hair and her pretty green eyes. "New Junior 
Jester, hey?" 

Suzy nodded. 

"How'd you like to be promoted to Joker? We could use a member who can think 
like you .. . and run like you can." 

Suzy stared at him. 

"Yeah, Kathy recognized you right away." 

Suzy turned brighter red. "I . . . I, umm," she stammered. 

"Don't worry. I'm not mad and she's not mad, and Jimmy doesn't even know 
what we're talking about. Welcome in, Jester." 


THE END
